Daily Archive: June 18, 2015

My Texas poetry. Two out of three ain’t bad.

Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking long Island ice teas. Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.… Continue reading

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WHAT IS POETRY? POETRY IS YOU

Originally posted on R.M. ENGELHARDT:
Poetry is much much more than all of the definitions, theories or explanations that you read or hear about everyday. Poetry is not just a form, a…

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-Break me and make me feel alive

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                         Break me… Continue reading

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In Arpeggio Miles

Originally posted on Charissa's Grace Notes:
Prelude: There is an indigo bunting outside my window singing in the moonlight streaming by a million miles an hour. But it is not the window on my mind…

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Una donna può morire perché il cielo è vuoto ” YENIAY-MUESSER “

Originally posted on ….HUSHABYE silenzioso addio ……Blog di Marcello:
Una donna può morire perché il cielo è vuoto un giardino di fiori si risveglia in un mattino fra tutti i mattini una donna…

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Time

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Anna Razumovskaya You say you love me, I am not a young woman, Time whitens my hair. Will you love me till the end? The time is…

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Like a whisper

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading

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This Nebula Crumbling

Originally posted on Charissa's Grace Notes:
The birth of stars begins with death, begins with dark collapse in depths, and destructions mark a beginning, the birth of a star from collapse and crumble.They came…

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-Quiet echoes and secluded places

Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading

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