Monthly Archive: November, 2021

Cherry wine…

Cherry wine… Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading

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3 am.

Originally posted on Mysterious Soul:
all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a…

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The sparkles in your eyes….

The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and places. Written a long time ago.                  The sparkles in your eyes…. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light… Continue reading

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What do we have left?

What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote PoetryIs our memories, leftover bitter wine or the poet’s weath?                               What do we have left?… (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.)                         Robert… Continue reading

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My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea…

My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry               My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea…. (Written in 1992.) Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the… Continue reading

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I love you more…

I love you more… Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading

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A CLOAK OF TREASURES

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn…

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Idyllic…

Idyllic A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the book I am writing, the island.                            Idyllic…. We shall know never-more, we shall… Continue reading

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Lake Gichigana…

Lake Gichigana…. Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people. The… Continue reading

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Love behold, love be bold…

  Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the new book, The island.                                 Love behold,… Continue reading

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