Monthly Archive: September, 2017

Autumn fall

Originally posted on fauxcroft:
? I saw a leaf float past my window and it reminded me that the autumn, fall, is on it way, as summer begins to peel away and those…

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“Trujillo”

Trujillo A Poem by Coyote Poetry A long time ago I lived this story. I will go back one day to thank the people of Trujillo for showing me life can be good.… Continue reading

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“Letters and promises”

Letters and promises   You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me. —… Continue reading

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The sea

The sea and the chess game A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry from 1993 with a re-write                                The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I… Continue reading

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One of my favorites-My great love

My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Pain of love lost must… Continue reading

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“Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors”

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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Autumn Equinox and the Goddess

Originally posted on witchlike:
? Today we see an equality of day and night, yet soon the darkness will overtake us. The earth tilts. Persephone descends to the underworld once again, leaving dead…

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Memoir 52

Originally posted on Fragmented Memoirs:
A whole part of me is missing I hold back my tears? She said it was an unconditional love? A promise that only those who lucky enough to…

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Coming home

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some days faces of friends lost to war appear in my thoughts.                              Coming home I go  alone early every Wednesday to the nearby Veteran memorial.… Continue reading

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Blood Crawls Through Shellshocked Veins

Originally posted on Poetry Of An Aspergian:
she’s drawn to me and I her I feel the blood in my veins crawl and the heart burns she doesn’t call me mister, daddy, or…

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