Monthly Archive: November, 2020

Bounded love.

Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive.         Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading

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Just men..

Just men (Written in 1978) A large Russian man came to me. He gave me a hug. Told me. “We will drink together. We drink my country drink, we will drink to your… Continue reading

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Steal a kiss

Steal a kiss— I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading

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My kindest memory

My kindest memory… Yes you are, my bestest day. my seaside evening dance, my morning wish. The sweetest kisses, I had ever known. Our easy days, our most wonderful nights. You are my… Continue reading

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The parable of the flowers

The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man…… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading

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prompted poetries: november 3

Originally posted on lucid reeming:
@globalagepoetry: so long So long, dear heart From this body you emerged Now you thrive in the sun Loved and so much more @poetsgrid: candle Kiss my lips…

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Angela….

A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.             Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful… Continue reading

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Poem – “Her Beauty Steals Me” – Romance – 11/13/2020

Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I…

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No One Fucks You Harder Than Time – Poetry by Yvonne Brizula

Originally posted on Ponder Savant:
To What We Lost – Yvonne Brizula Time is a funny thing. It passes with or without our consent, and we are left to manage it in how…

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The old painter on the boardwalk…

 Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He whispered “Her… Continue reading

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