Monthly Archive: June, 2018

Killing Me Softly

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
haunting poetry sung to languid strum of acoustic guitar penetrated my ear untied my heartstrings left me bleeding longing on hardwood floor © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray…

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Passing through’

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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My Paloma

My Paloma   You and I. We knew the sacred fire of love once.   You and I. We were like careless children whispering promises of the love words, we couldn’t keep.  … Continue reading

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Course

Originally posted on a k o s i l e:
I was told I am the sole captain Of my ship The  chief architect Of my building Did they not say If I…

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Unable to speak the words

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Love can be the greatest feeling in the world love can be a lie and when love is a lie it can rip you to shreds or enable you…

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‘The war, the blood and the gun

The war, the blood and the gun   No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend?  … Continue reading

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A place to face, she let her heart gaze

Originally posted on Into_My_World:
Off the road__ The wild sea, the melted silver gold, this is where she belong—never thought she could find such breathtaking place, A place to face, she…

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Shadows on Walls – SoundCloud

Originally posted on I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself :
Listen to Shadows on Walls by Annie Kirby #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/annie-kirby/shadows-on-walls-1

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‘Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire’

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire   It was early Summer of 1994 and I was… Continue reading

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‘Parable of Celia’

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading

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