Monthly Archive: October, 2019

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Originally posted on Dawn Lhamo:
https://www.castlefinearts.com/search_results_detail.php?pageno=59&searchArchives=18&searchByArtist=&pn=&recordsPerPage= You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have…

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Tradita

Originally posted on alessandrasolina:
Tradita da un mucchietto di ossa. Una banderuola scricchiola: fermate il vento! Tutto cigola: sapori, ricordi, amori. Non volevo vedere. Oscurammo il sole e andammo avanti bendati. E così…

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love.     I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet… Continue reading

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Giraffe and Girl

Originally posted on Charly W. Karl:
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“Silence”

Silence We fall together into the midnight hours and we allowed the silence of the long night to hold deep embrace. Old lovers like us, don’t need words. We need tender caress and… Continue reading

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“The rising sun”

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading

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October

  Dear October Hello dear October, my old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color, of the trees. Allow us to slow down and ponder who we are, where… Continue reading

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“The Raven and the Coyote”

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading

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The utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading

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No mercy

No mercy dear Elizabeth   She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading

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