Monthly Archive: June, 2019

“Sugar and spice”

Sugar and spice   You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You… Continue reading

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“Humble and kind”

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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Once, Was Summer

Originally posted on The Stories In Between:
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youth Days spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreaming Yellow Jackets and an occasional sting Long summer days that…

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The windmills of your mind

Windmills of your mind   Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.   Now old age is upon me, the windmills of… Continue reading

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A moment, of forever

A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.   We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds,… Continue reading

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“I saw a face”

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Ambrosia of the kiss and the touch

(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch   We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading

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Whale Song ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Originally posted on ElizaBeth Coira – The Home Grown Sojourner:
(Click image to enlarge. Click play for a recorded reading.) Gray whales have been washing up on the west coast of the United…

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Write To Shine

Originally posted on Sweet Dreams & Rude Awakenings:
Yes! I, too, want to write of whimsical shit Early morning, air, so fresh & crisp Sprinkled dew on each blade of grass, kissed Nothing…

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Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading

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