“Everybody hurt”

      Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold… Continue reading

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Obscurity

Originally posted on Wanderer:
Piece by piece, He unraveled my inner peace. And all of these viscous, sharp words I hold in, Cut at my soul instead of his. He cast me as…

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“My wild Texas rose”

My wild Texas rose   Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different… Continue reading

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Poem: Autumn’s Fire (with photo)

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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We will accept less

We will accept less and forget who we were. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just word We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500… Continue reading

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“Who is first? Who is last?

Who is first? Who is last? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Who is first? Who is last? —- The deadly dance Burning cities. Children and families being murdered. Family losing everything… Continue reading

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Love of One

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
None as complicated as the game of love Love as a puzzle Love as a gift Gift immortalized in music Gift celebrated in poetry Poetry both savory…

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Reality is a mystery

Originally posted on realityhc:
Reality is a mystery for us because we’re a part; not for us to experience and get, not in the usual way we consider direct, not within our reality yet,…

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“Utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry.”

iWhy do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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