Monthly Archive: October, 2017

“The raging water”

The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading

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“The season of love”

The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading

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Wear scarlet!

Originally posted on Blog de companie:
“Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don’t want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean,…

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Very serious topic- Who is worthwhile and who is not.

Who is worthwhile and who is not? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. ———————————– Who is worthwhile and who is not? “Assisted suicide,Oregon is one of five states, along with New Mexico,… Continue reading

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“Everybody hurt”

      Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold… Continue reading

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Obscurity

Originally posted on Wanderer:
Piece by piece, He unraveled my inner peace. And all of these viscous, sharp words I hold in, Cut at my soul instead of his. He cast me as…

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“My wild Texas rose”

My wild Texas rose   Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different… Continue reading

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Poem: Autumn’s Fire (with photo)

Originally posted on The Redheaded Poet:
I’ve not been posting much for awhile–for some reason I was experiencing a glitch with wordpress. My editing and writing options wouldn’t load. Also, I’ve been busy…

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We will accept less

We will accept less and forget who we were. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just word We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500… Continue reading

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“Who is first? Who is last?

Who is first? Who is last? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Who is first? Who is last? —- The deadly dance Burning cities. Children and families being murdered. Family losing everything… Continue reading

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