The first casualty when war comes is truth…

Originally posted on The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱:
It is not only the living who are killed in war. –Isaac Asimov (1920 – 1992) War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle. –Gilbert…

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Winter Sunflowers Bent but Not Broken

Originally posted on Kingfisher Journey- Marina Richie:
Sunflowers of Winter Out my window, the stalks of summerstand tall—even when bentby snow, even when knockedby wind, sunflowers hold uptheir seedheads as offeringsand all I…

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Lullaby for the troubled mind

My prayer are also with Ukraine. A needed poem.

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Little sin….

wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo) Little sin… Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in… Continue reading →

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I didn’t know…

I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life can be unknown ending and mystery                           I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised… Continue reading →

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Blindfolded and weightless….

 Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading →

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Quiet echos and secluded places…

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                 Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading →

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Let’s remember us….

  Let’s remember us… ———————————————————————————————————- Love forgotten, love dead, who was wrong? Who was right? Once we had long nights, once we made the mornings last till late afternoon. Did I forget my… Continue reading →

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The Lake Huron song….

The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading →

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Another place, another time…

Another time, another place… The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading →

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