Steps beyond

Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
Winds billow the cloth that holds together the pieces of a tattered heart, standing on the edge of a dream remembered and holding to the invisible…

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Past Lives

I’m staring into your eyes. I can feel my heartbeat racing. By this world’s definition, you are a stranger. However, in the pit of my being, there’s something familiar. I move to the…

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“Coffee shop conversation”

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop… Continue reading

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“Sacrificial meal”

Sacrificial meal She was a tall, long-legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile. Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattle waiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading

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“Sweet pleasure and rare delight”

Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading

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She serene me

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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“The poet”

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                         The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading

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Monterey

Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters.                                Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was okay. I… Continue reading

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EARLY SUMMER 1952 – SUSSEX, ENGLAND

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
(artwork by Ted Giffin)  A fragment from within my new book, ‘Notoriously Naked Flames’. This piece is taken from near the beginning of the tale. The…

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This night

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
All he could do was stare. He was mesmerized by beauty. By this place By this night And by her Especially her. : He would have known her…

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