“Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.

Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to… Continue reading

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The Waning (a poem about ALS)

Powerful words shared by a amazing woman. Please read and listen to. HEALTH | INSPIRATION You already knew. Gaze unflinching,  you told us to say the words. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis A. L. S.… Continue reading

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“Ravishing beauty dancin alone”

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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1326. You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret—you return to the beauty you have always been. ~Aberjhani

Originally posted on Sacred Touches:
Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of…

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. . . let’s become a Human first.

Originally posted on Purplerays:
“Before becoming a Muslim, a Hindu, a Sikh or a Christian, let’s become a Human first.” ~ Guru Nanak. ? ? ? ? Text & image source: Rumi https://web.facebook.com/mevlana/

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Very verses for Tess’s virtue

Originally posted on Withering Ambience :
In esteem for Tess of the D’urbervilles, a pure woman faithfully presented by Thomas Hardy. The flickering flame entombed to sky along with ancestry fallen and forgotten But…

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Tsunami

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I killed him with love: Ode to a mouse

Originally posted on Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets:
By Fernando Gallegos By Betsy Mars I socked him away, safe from escape, with warmth to the touch and softness – smelling of mouse pellets…

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A Love Letter to Persephone

Originally posted on The Wayward Alchemist:
Persephone, Wife, mine, Sweetling, Meadow. Meet me in a night-clipsed Shadow Gods–none Leaves–dead rustle, rustle, None can see what you and me are making in the leaves…

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Clear

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