Tag Archive: Dance

She was a diamond.

        (True beauty is the things we do and reflex. If we hold hope and dreams. Sing songs of love and kindness. We can know real peace and give hope… Continue reading

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She serene me with the sweet words of love

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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I like to see the eyes

I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery.                                I like to see the eyes I… Continue reading

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The dance

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading

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She kissed me once and once only

                                                  Sweet Brigitte She kissed me once and once… Continue reading

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Russian roulette

(You must know misery to appreciate pleasure.) Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.… Continue reading

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What do we have left?

What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts turned into words.                               What do we have left? (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert Browning Joy and… Continue reading

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Sweet whispers

          Sweet whispers The voice  of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read   a letter from a beautiful woman. Sweet offering of the gift of love and  gentle… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading

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