Daily Archive: March 12, 2022

My body is not an apology – Susan M. Conway

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
My body is not an apology. My body is not an apology; It is triumphant if anything at all. I haven’t been so loving to her skin.…

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To Be Or Not

Originally posted on Flowerpoet:
To Be Or Not Everything is the meaning we give to it- Shapes and Colours, Symbols and Signs created with Intention or not- when things and events are just…

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The whiskey lullaby..

The whiskey lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometimes love can break our heart.                                         … Continue reading

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Such aggravation…. it doesn’t make sense.

Originally posted on renxkyoko's space:
Putin is destroying Ukraine with impunity. All he does is threaten the world with nuclear war, and that’s it. Everybody folds up. I understand it’s extremely risky…

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My Joan of Arc and a Leonard Cohen song…

My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers.

The dance of the flowers…. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and… Continue reading

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Scottish kisses…

Scottish kisses…. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The kisses of love. Never forgotten.                                            … Continue reading

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You are my Spring time. A poem for spring.

You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading

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Russian Roulette…

Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas,moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze.She held the attention of the men holding tightly to good whiskey… Continue reading

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Delicate wings…

Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people are more tender than others                               Delicate wings… Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading

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