Where Are You Now

Please enjoy the work of a talented writer. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog Where Are You Now – Imany  Days had gone into nights and nights had gone into days – And everyday gone count one… Continue reading

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“Miss nothing, miss everything”

Miss nothing, miss everything. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains… Continue reading

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“Painted memories”

Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… Continue reading

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Whimsical or not..

Originally posted on rhythmandthedancer:
From the array of colors To the multitude of acts Nothing stays hidden Everything is portrayed Mesmerized in thought Perhaps it’s to contemplate But once up on our feet…

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See-through

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Loverly Liz

———————- Lovely Liz On paper, pen and paper is spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away. We secretly abated love and you became wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading

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Self

Self A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Self Wars, whores and drink. Salvation for the soldiers. Untamed… Continue reading

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The war is over

The war is over A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. The war is over The war is over for you, my friend. The taps were played. Many soldiers stood near… Continue reading

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The payment is due

The payment is due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                        The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure; Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure; Sweet… Continue reading

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War Zone

Originally posted on Poet Rummager:
Illustration by Ted Giffin Should I walk away as your fire burns me? Not even touching you, I smolder. This *Aegis shield I wear is my frigid icy…

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