Monthly Archive: May, 2017

The song of the dead and

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading

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Petrification Myths: Coyote and the Legend People of Bryce Canyon

Originally posted on Under the influence!:
Pixabay – by tpsdave – CC0 Public Domain In the desert of southwest Utah in the United States of America is a remarkable place known as Bryce…

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‘The dance”

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could have… Continue reading

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Beautiful Laura

Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.                         Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading

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Building tomorrows’ smiles

Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Building tomorrows’ smiles 25 May 2017 Courtesy fotokritik.com ? Breathing Life Into lungs that singe With dust rife Blowing winds Across the tides…

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Calm waters

Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
She waits on the edge of life as it happens, casually watching from a watered world, gentle and languid she moves going nowhere, the mermaids tale…

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Not the Children

Originally posted on SheLikes2Write:
When you kill the children, you kill the future. You kill future doctors, nurses, lawyer, and enteurpenuers………. You kill dreams, hopes, and families…….. They are now and they…

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Poem: Forgive Before Bedtime

Originally posted on incarnationalrelational:
There’s no set rules, my Nan would say – each two make love work their own way Learning how best to take care of each other How to respect,…

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Memorial day poetry-Grandson asked

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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On the Cusp

Originally posted on Enshrined Poetry:
Scorpio Moon Salty scales In depths concealed, keyhole through the unknown ebony Pour in rippled imaginings Cast away the poisoned torrents of Chevron The mind whirling curtains Exchange…

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