Monthly Archive: October, 2017

Love of One

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
None as complicated as the game of love Love as a puzzle Love as a gift Gift immortalized in music Gift celebrated in poetry Poetry both savory…

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Reality is a mystery

Originally posted on realityhc:
Reality is a mystery for us because we’re a part; not for us to experience and get, not in the usual way we consider direct, not within our reality yet,…

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“Utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry.”

iWhy do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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Always on my mind”

Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading

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“Russian roulette”

Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.                                   Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances… Continue reading

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Perfume

Originally posted on A Wise Woman Writes:
Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares.…

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“A million stars to see”

A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be… Continue reading

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An imperfect world

Originally posted on Notes:
Seeing so much Wrong with myself And people in This troubled world First I decided To change myself Then changed Many others But stopped Short of changing An imperfect…

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Another face [autistic poetry]

Originally posted on the silent wave:
(I wrote this in the summer of 1995, while listening to the soothing contemporary sounds of Canadian artist Mae More; she had just released her “Dragonflies” album…

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