Monthly Archive: November, 2020

Show me the way to love…

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way to love… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 7:11 – hat makes a good poem deserving of praise and awards?

Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM:
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm What makes a good poem deserving of praise and awards?   if everyone is asking this Who will be…

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Wounded Angel…

Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A very old poem, I hope you enjoy.)   Wounded Angel  My sad  friend.Please smile for me.Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city..

My last stand will be in New York City…. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading

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Hot damn……

Hot damn…. Prettiest woman in the dance hall, looked at me and shared her enticing smile. I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress. She was a wild orchid in the… Continue reading

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Wild horses…

  Wild horses…. Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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Psychopomps in Breton Myths and Folktales: Entering the Afterlife

Originally posted on Under the influence!:
Eugène Delacroix, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Breton Folklore Breton myths and folktales are often a dark blend of Celtic, pagan and Christian influences that result in…

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The coastline…

The coastline… I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading

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Her beauty has not blinded me..

Her beauty has not  blinded me (Mature poetry) She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.  she don’t look… Continue reading

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Don’t look at me with disappointment..

Don’t look at me with disappointment. (Written in 1978) Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a… Continue reading

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