Monthly Archive: September, 2018

Our First Night

Originally posted on Sabrina Escorcio:
? Carry me darling, to where it began. Do you recall… we etched our names into soft winter pine as we lay bare on slatted floors cushioned only…

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My earth, our earth. A prayer

My earth, our earth–A prayer   Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering… Continue reading

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Peace (a poem)

Originally posted on Zizywrites:
A terrifying tranquility extinguishing explosions Silencing sounds of shots Cries of freedom tears of joy blotting out blood stains of war Ushering in peace. ┬ęZizywrites #poetry

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The First Autumn Leaf

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The waters trickle, fall and weep.

Originally posted on blossomsworld:
Aside the listless waters of time reflections fractured now stilled in stagnant whispers of bleak void an endless stream of magic borne wars fought and promises sworn. I see…

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Jealous of the night

  Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading

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‘Mend and alter’

(Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.)   Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences for… Continue reading

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The stranger song’

The stranger song   Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died… Continue reading

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‘Leftover wine’

Leftover wine   Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the… Continue reading

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The Soul Collects Thorns

Originally posted on Everything I Never Told You:
The soul collects thorns. The heart hoards regrets. The mind feast on memories. The rose profligates. We were a mutation, a fender bender, a war…

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