Monthly Archive: June, 2020

We are born to live

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words.                                    We are born to live… Continue reading

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Poem – “Kiss Me, as you would a Storm” – Romance – 6/21/2020

Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Leave lakes Beneath eyes of boldest blue, Though to kiss me, will you do? Wrap yourself in wilted petals, Cover your dreams in tear-stained Sheets, Bold red, though…

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I saw the sun in your eyes..

I saw the sun in your eyes—- You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay and I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you… Continue reading

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Dear Sky, I’m Falling

Originally posted on Musings Of An Autistic Mind:
the ground resilient and unwavering takes a chunk of flesh I could have kept going but it caught me, and now I see the world…

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Summer solstice- When the sun and the moon kiss

“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading

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Amazing Artist Marina Ren

For Marina Ren   The movement of your hands, gentle strokes bringing to life to empty canvas, faces, places and life. The kind artist create beauty for us, poetry for the eyes. Dancing… Continue reading

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The Joy of Writing

Originally posted on LITERARY TRUCE:
Why does this written doe bound through these written woods?For a drink of written water from a springwhose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?Why does she lift her…

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Beach day- 19 June 2020- Michigan

Beach day   We need  the beach days. please still keep your distance, enjoy the days of Summer.  

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The dance of the flowers…

The dance of the flowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The dance of the flowers.       My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest… Continue reading

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The Stray Cat Inn..

The Stray Cat Inn The night  was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A  sign directed him north.  He found the last road on… Continue reading

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