Monthly Archive: August, 2016

One sweet wish

One sweet wish A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite. Written in Jan 1993                                 One sweet wish Was a Austin, Texas hot Summer night. Pretty women wearing shorts… Continue reading

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Bathed in Beauty

Originally posted on The Lightning and The Fire:
The Millennials gathered around their mobile devices watching the MTV Awards Perplexed Strung out and bored I’m genuinely floored at the reception I get when…

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Golden

Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
Between the silence of a waking dawn thoughts wrestle their way from sleep softened places the golden place where dreams leave off and life begins anew.…

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One of my favorites-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. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading

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To K****

Originally posted on No Talent For Certainty:
What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter. Present mirth hath present laughter. What’s to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss…

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Nothingness

Originally posted on Mandz:
No reflection, despite how hard I looked. I only saw a shadow, lurking beneath the tiles. ? No hands, No eyes, No heart, I am made of fumes and…

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“You are my ocean”

You are my ocean A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words amamira amamira: Joanna Beal(Thank you Tumblr) You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with… Continue reading

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die. A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She… Continue reading

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Today’s special guest; John

Roberta Pimentel requested a interview. Thank you Roberta and I hope you like.

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“The storm”

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone.                                     The storm Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a… Continue reading

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