I needed a California poem. “Big Sur and Alisa Fineman”

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                             Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading

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Summer Kisses

Summer kissed. Nothing more sweeter. A amazing poem by a talented writer.

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When the war is over and Lay down your guns

Missing pieces I saw the great storms. 15,000 Soldiers standing their ground. They were willing to fight and die for old Glory. I stood with my friends and we were waited for the… Continue reading

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More Texas poetry. “Her beauty had not blinded me” (Adult)

Her beauty has not  blinded me She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish.… Continue reading

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Poppies

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Vladimir Volegov The horses gallop In the steppe covered by A sea of poppies. Memories of true freedom Dancing in my consciousness.

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I Am Not Here To Impress Anyone

Amazing words and quote by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy their words and thoughts. My Positive Outlooks I have reached a point in life where I feel it is no longer… Continue reading

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One of oldest and one of my favorite. My lady

My lady My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched. I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your… Continue reading

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Some Texas poetry. Ashtray, whiskey and the pen.

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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Aleksandra Lilov

Please read this amazing storyteller. Her words a pleasure journey to better and more interesting places.

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Happy Mother day. Grandmother and mother are the teacher of love and kindness.

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading

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