Monthly Archive: December, 2017

“Soldier Helping a Bystander”, Quantico, Virginia

Originally posted on John Cowgill's Literature Site:
This  is  a  display  of  a  soldier  helping  a  bystander  during  the  Vietnam  War  at  the  National  Museum  of  the  Marine  Corp  in  Quantico,  Virginia.

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a wish for you

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
a wish for you … … May your smile never fade, may you always be as you are now, warm and kind, true and filled with the generosity…

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading

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“THE SOCIETY”

Originally posted on My Words – My Superpower:
You crumbled her dreams Ignored her screams All you ever noticed was Her dresses and jeans You judged her as usual Not realising being cruel…

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“FATHER”

Originally posted on My Words – My Superpower:
The world confined him, To a six letter word; But for someone, He was a whole world. A word i.e. FATHER, Which only describes the…

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Savage Heart

Originally posted on Singing Heart:
K. Barratt   Adieu my savage heart. This is our true, for-real-now,  Good-bye. I’m locking you in And throwing  far away The key , to the edge of the earth,…

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‘Forget me not’

Forget me not A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Forget me not I dreamed of you. I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice,… Continue reading

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‘Iodine’

Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading

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A Gypsy Dream

Originally posted on No Talent For Certainty:
My friend, the gypsy, shared a dream Of how she’d found a carnival, A type of old tradition where The best of their technology Was brought…

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Amber

Originally posted on No Talent For Certainty:
I still recall in her in the sun Her curly hair of amber; Those questions, never passing lips, That found therefore no answer There’s times the…

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