Daily Archive: December 19, 2018

California poetry

(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.)   Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading

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Mixed Blood

Originally posted on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach:
Sun ripples over Easter’s hair long after her great great grandmother’s footsteps are plucked from Africa’s mangroves and stuck like a pair of wild oysters…

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Flowers – Dolly

Originally posted on DOLLY OF DOLLICA:
Oh, how I just want to close my eyes. It would be my way to hide. Or better yet, my way to die. I’m too tired this…

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Weeping willow

The weeping willow   Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.   Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart… Continue reading

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Poetry and a great song

Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more   Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your face… Continue reading

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