“The Waltz”

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading

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“A GLOW OF HOPE”

Originally posted on THE UNPREDICTABLE :
Huddling in the long shadow of winter, Roots tied to the dark soil. The magnolia tree now sends a glow into- The cold whiteness. Its tiny purple buds…

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A Broken kind of Beautiful

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Gaze #Poetry

Originally posted on bloggerinablogworld.com:
A ragged face starred at her The dull blue eyes glaring at her in judgement Digging deep into her being Finally resting the harsh gaze on her soul…

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Folly

Folly A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                Folly Dead men don’t weep no more. Stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth. Nothing gain-nothing lost. We… Continue reading

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“Parable of Celia”

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading

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The stranger and the poet

The stranger and Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning.                                     The stranger song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on… Continue reading

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Like my father?

Like my Father? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. (59 years old tomorrow. I learn. We are what we leave behind.)                              Like father… Continue reading

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Tell sweet things to your willing sacrifice…

Originally posted on lusciouslibby:
Pull me in with your wizard eyes and how your magic? will transcend distance.. Tell me sweet things that will make me smile and make me shake Speak of…

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For Crying Out Loud

Originally posted on Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled :
Been rich, been poor, been somewhere in between,  been a peasant, a jester, a warrior, model citizen,  a queen. Poverty’s been my trans-parent teacher, as…

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