THINK OF ME

Originally posted on Mum C writes:
Think of me Me who sleeps Sleeps in filth Filth which reeks pain Pain which kills Kills innocent souls Souls which help Help in shaping this world…

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading

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Little truth

Little truth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rarely we know the real facts. A controlled media leave us blind and dumb.                               Little truth Dead cities. Now destroyed and burned. Who have won… Continue reading

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My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading

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You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Originally posted on A Small Act Of Kindness Can Bring Smile On Million Faces:
johncoyote:Emerson was a wise man. Lead with kindness and new doors of friendship can be open. A smile and open hand of friendship can change a day and life. Originally posted on A… Continue reading

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Complicity

A amazing photo.

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~Grief~

Originally posted on Paris Poems:
johncoyote:Need someone to stand with us in the time of grief. Three amazing poems. Originally posted on Paris Poems: View original

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Coffee, you and me

Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.”    … Continue reading

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The Pendulum

Originally posted on MW Concepts:
Yet we fall again  To the lowest low  Centrifugal  We go back up  Yet we fall again  Fed up  But doomed to swing back and forth  On this…

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How You’ve Left Me

Originally posted on The Pensive Poet:
(Photo credit: Getty images) I don’t know, and maybe I never will, where you’ve gone; your tears live on inside my veins, and my eyes are dry,…

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