Monthly Archive: February, 2019

Fairy tale

Originally posted on Painted Poems:
I would like to live in a fairy tale so that I could always smell a gingerbread to forget about the whole scent of reality. I will build…

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Be quiet dear love/ Quédate

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate   The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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‘The silence and the sea’

(The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready.)   The silence and the sea  … Continue reading

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the folding and unfolding of a love-story.

Originally posted on Fallen Alone:
i. it began on the fourth week of february when she fell in love with a bird under a man’s skeleton. before march stole in through the chimney,…

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Vietnam

Originally posted on a humanist in training:
I’ve never felt so strongly about getting a tattoo until now. What is it about this place that makes me want to ink my body for…

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A Black Photograph

Originally posted on The Cult of Anne:
I’m dreaming again, an imageless dream, a black photograph. A stir in the darkness pleases this moonchild, this waterbaby. My night is clear and light, as…

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Beautiful, they are

I rode a camel once. I learn, don’t mess with a camel. The white Cliffs of Dover. So beautiful, a blessing, a wonder. A welcome home to many and a memory. I knew… Continue reading

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The violence storms/ Hotel California

    The violence storms   ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose.   Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun,… Continue reading

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“Black as the night”

  Black as the night   I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my… Continue reading

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Gypsy Soul

Originally posted on AfterSpell:
She was wild and reckless, a gypsy soul with the hippie heart- as they would say! refused to settle- she loved playing with the fire and chasing her own…

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