Monthly Archive: September, 2016

“Little sin”

  wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo)                   Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little… Continue reading

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This world

Originally posted on fauxcroft:
We live in a world of such extremes Where the rich and the poor have different dreams The rich want to keep piling up their wealth And the poor…

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“The song of love”

The Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                        … Continue reading

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“The canvas of love”

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading

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“Parable of Celia”

Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.  She was wearing a sun dress of white showing soft… Continue reading

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Susana Chavez Castillo-I remember you.

  “Susana Chavez Dear poet. You are not forgotten. Real life create hard times and true words. You wrote the truth and pay with everything. You will sit with the honored Poets and… Continue reading

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“Mademoiselle from September”

Originally posted on Signs Sighs Sights:
“Mademoiselle From September”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop September 24, 2016 Tonight I thought I’ve finally finished that painting. Though I could not still name it. It worried…

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“The coming storm”

  The coming storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                   The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare… Continue reading

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“Truth or dare”

Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures.                                   Truth or dare Life, my friend. An odd game that no-one can win. I do like the game… Continue reading

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Masterpiece.

Originally posted on Literature Is My Porn:
Colour me With the tips Of your fingers- Paint my lips With the hope That lingers On your own- Brush my cheeks With brilliant hues Of…

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