Daily Archive: November 14, 2020

Eleven Past Eleven

Originally posted on Hokus Grey:
? The leaves fall better in September, then they are gone by the middle of November, when we stand in the snow and we remember; the fallen ones…

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True love, give all.

True love, gives all. Sixty five years together.He stood by my grandmother with his hand in her hand.His loving eyes never leaving her beautiful face. He shopped daily at the Farmer Jacks and bought her… Continue reading

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Reflecting…

Originally posted on The Wanderer's Thoughts…:
Falling snow tells a story My life and it’s glory, North wind scatters memories I have moved on with new discoveries Silence is gold, Thoughts of…

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Heaven and Hell…

Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote PoetryDisappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Written in 1992.                      Heaven and hell “We can die of fear and our heart be… Continue reading

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Daybreak confession to the sea…

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.  Daybreak confession to the Sea (Another old poem.)… Continue reading

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The sheep and the wolf..

The sheep and the wolf (Written in 1982) The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old… Continue reading

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I will love you forever and a day..

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.  ” I will love you forever and a day”. A… Continue reading

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Cry a tear..

Cry a tear A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979.                              Cry a tear My heart still can bleed with pain and loss still.Tears can fall when… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy?

The lucky or the crazy? A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.”              The lucky or the crazy We danced by the… Continue reading

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