Monthly Archive: February, 2019

She serenaded me the sweet words of love

She serenaded me with the sweet words of love Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have, torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to hold on… Continue reading

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Just meat and tales of kisses

“Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs”   “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’.… Continue reading

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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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