Scarbororough Fair…

Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading →

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Stitches…

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

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The waltz…

The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song.  I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading →

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Ain’t blue no-more….

Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Jazz and some words..                       Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to… Continue reading →

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she must be mad – Tamara Fricke

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
stark raving and bat shit smeared I care nothing for anything that does not rejoice in my sister’s curves that does not dissolve in the plaited luxury…

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Love behold, love be bold…

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

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Idyllic….

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

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Let us kiss and never part…

 Let us kiss and never part… She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang to… Continue reading →

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Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #3. Use GUARD as your inspiration this week.

Originally posted on willowdot21:
Photo by Tomaz Barcellos on Pexels.com The child was born in winter, while all was encased in snowWarm in heart and spirit , guarded by those who’d watched her…

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I could not ask for more and a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.

I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading →

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