A new world is coming-Pray for peace

Pray for peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of violence and war. “Imagine there’s no countries It isn’t hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too… Continue reading

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Will I find you tonight?”

Will I find you tonight? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The first true love is never forgotten. First touch, first kiss leave us wishing for the first dance again.   Will I find… Continue reading

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“She told me. Love demand payment”

She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… Continue reading

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“Everybody knows”

Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. “Everybody knows, the games been fixed” (I… Continue reading

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“My ambrosia”

My ambrosia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. coyotepoetrebloggedcitroenzx                             My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You… Continue reading

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bones don’t lie

Originally posted on Melanie McCurdie:
There’s a woman in the mirror that I barely recognise – maybe a little around the eyes and in the ghost of a smile that seems to tremble…

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Sacrifice

Originally posted on intimate conversations:
He loves me, he loves me not A tear begins to form. He loves me, he loves me not A seed of fear is born. He loves me,…

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Canvas

Originally posted on Jessabelle:
I decline? To be touched with lust For this canvas Is to be painted with love I refuse To be the object of sin Instead I want to be…

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Two Guitars – Charles Aznavour

Originally posted on Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog:
? Two Guitars – Charles Aznavour LES DEUX GUITARES (Charles Aznavour) Two guitars by firelight Strummed by gypsies’ fingers On a restless ??? of night…

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“The memory of you, coffee and I.”

The memory of you, coffee and I. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. coyotepoet            The memory of you, coffee and I. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you. Blessed… Continue reading

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