Monthly Archive: September, 2019

SE QUEMA LA VIDA

Originally posted on POESÍA JAPONESA DE ELFICAROSA.:
Han ocurrido suceso muy trágicos este año, en cada uno de ellos e intentado reflejar mi ira, mi pena o el dolor de lo ocurrido.…

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#PoeticThursday . . . The Magic in the Moment

Originally posted on Purplerays:
The wind began to blowAnd shook the treesHeads turned up in unisonWitnessing a season of change The leaves were freed from their branchesFloating and swinging through the airPainting the…

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I will care of you

I will take care of you dear lover Ancient Poet wrote. You can be killed off with kisses and loving eyes can turn cold and dark. Pretty Beth whispered. Take me, make me… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin, her wild eyes searched for what she… Continue reading

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The Perfectly Imperfect

Originally posted on Life Lessons From Around the Dinner Table:
When I find myself in times of darkness when the weight of the world becomes too much to bear— and I’m left feeling…

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Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)     I fell from the top of the mountain and   I stood with so… Continue reading

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The coffee shop conversation

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading

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“The heartstrings”

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading

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The wild roses

Wild roses I knew her, her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had wild blue… Continue reading

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My little sin

My Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work… Continue reading

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