Monthly Archive: May, 2017

‘Wisdom of a wasted life”

Wisdom of a wasted life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime is hard to see beyond our own life.              Wisdom of a wasted life. When we are born. Even the poorest of… Continue reading

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Lotus Woman

Originally posted on Love it Now:
exposed to darkness she sinks into the water her grace stays untouched Copyright ©2017 Monika Braun and Love it Now. All Rights Reserved.

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The crossroads

The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time… Continue reading

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…the greatest of these is love

Originally posted on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach:
it happened when Nick was 19 …he was so fed up with fisherman’s stew…fed up with fishermen who slurped it …. day…after… day…from styrofoam cups…fed…

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Marching for Sorrow – A Poem for Humanity

Originally posted on talinmariblogs.com:
Marching for Sorrow By Talin Mari ? Through the depths of desperation, I walk with hope. Through the hills, lifelessly abandoned, I nod my head. What is to…

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Poetry of the Heart – Breaking the Path

Originally posted on talinmariblogs.com:
Breaking the Path By Talin Mari Help me from this prison I have created, My rock is beginning to crumble. Help me gain the courage to find myself,…

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Ghosts and demons

Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.                         Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and… Continue reading

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Family Ties

Live your truth Break the cycle of abuse Breathe Wink and sip on that metaphorical tea when you hear passive aggressive comments And give it right back to them Breathe Know who loves…

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“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. An old man dressed poorly ordered a… Continue reading

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MEMORIES IN MY ARMS

Originally posted on MY WALL:
 My arms knew music, the feel of a violin my fingers knew the places where the notes sang well My arms have forgotten the weight of a violin…

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