Monthly Archive: August, 2015

_Around and around we go

Around and around we go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.                         Around and around we go. Around… Continue reading

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Poetry for the last days of Summer. –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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The empty bottle

The empty bottle (A effort of me and W.C writer Perkele.7885. I hope you like) My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of  the empty bottle.The broken… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. P.J Harvey song and one of my poems.

Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading

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F-A-M-I-L-Y

Originally posted on Mind of a Young Jedi Negro:
Family. What is FAMILY? The letters may they roll from our tongues so loosely F-A-M-I-L-Y. ? May it mean more than just a tag…

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Some Sunday old song

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One of my old published poems–I don’t remember how you look.

I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how… Continue reading

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Bubbles and dreams in the wind

Bubbles and dreams in the wind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                   Bubbles and dreams in the wind I work like a dog. My body is sore and I can barely… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. “The Gospel told by a common man”

The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals.                         The Gospel told by a common man Men with… Continue reading

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Silence…in fields of stone

Originally posted on SEAT OF MY SOUL:
concerted bleeding from imaginary thoughts silence torments from skin to bone a tiring heart this world has failed to whisk apart neither empty nor full immersing in oceans of expectations *…

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