Tag Archive: Writing

The silence and the sea..

The silence and the sea.. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it.Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage,learn to live in the splendor of celebrating… Continue reading

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Who are we? What did I become?

Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch”  He found a safe place in… Continue reading

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading

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Black as the night..

Black as the night..  Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading

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A one way street, sweet baby.. And a beautiful Elle King song.

A one way street,  sweet baby.. Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear Johnnie. I told her, sweetie, lover,… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                     Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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When you lose freedom. What is left? Free bird..

Free bird… We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading

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Wild as the wind..

Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea.I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I need… Continue reading

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My secret life..

My secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading

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Jazzy Friday poetry..

Jazzy Friday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading

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