Tag Archive: Writing

The day is gone, and the darkness is here.

The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading

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I tried to remember.

I tried to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I tried to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded… Continue reading

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The lines in the sand.

The lines in the sand. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Come a time where we must decide what we truly need.                      The lines in the sand Two people had reached the end.The lines… 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 done… Continue reading

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Poetry by Joyce Kilmer and Ben Jonson. And our poetry for the trees.

The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.  Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading

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The song of love.

The song of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                                 The song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true… Continue reading

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The heartstrings.

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading

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The missing pieces.

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.       … Continue reading

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The canvas of love.

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading

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No regrets.

No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good people bless us with their time and friendship.                                      No regret. She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading

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