Monthly Archive: December, 2018

Another Life

Originally posted on The Chatter Blog:
I believe the power of touch Comes not just from a gentle caress Or shielding and protective hug. But from the gentle word spoken for a hurting…

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The Christmas spirit/Merry Christmas

The Christmas spirit   Christmas is coming. Children are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at the house and the house is filled with laughter and joy.   Another year is… Continue reading

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‘The fragrant of love”

The fragrant of love   I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading

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The last chance motel

The last chance motel   Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading

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GENTLY BOW THE BRANCHES

Gently The bow the branches On the trees, worshipping What is, knowing they are one with Nature Singing For joy to the Source of their life, Now, the dancing begins, The sun leaps,…

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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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