‘Everything was you’

Everything was you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Everything was you Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy and I have found… Continue reading

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Unspun

Originally posted on I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself :
Fading until i am so little, no, none so unspun – to something more or less perhaps that is…

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‘Jennifer’

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written.)   Jennifer   I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in… Continue reading

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A Rebuke Re-Imagined

Originally posted on In Pursuit of More:
Based on Matthew 14:22-33 The oars plunged back into the water, rowers silent as they strained against the unrelenting wind. Despite their effort, the boat seemed…

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‘Waiting by the wayside’

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.   Waiting by the wayside   I was waiting by the wayside. Trying to… Continue reading

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Love letters never send

Love letters never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted?   Love letter never send.   Dear Peggy   I… Continue reading

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Thoughts #1258

Originally posted on emotionsoflife2016:
“Why wish what you can never be?” that was your question directed to me, and so I said, “BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TIME.” Manuel Osornio Image source https://www.pexels.com/ Stay Connected!!!…

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The Poet

The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant, you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. “Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper… Continue reading

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Teach me

Originally posted on scattered thoughts:
Teach me how to be like you, With your roots so deep into the earth, Your branches so high and thriving, That no matter how strong the wind…

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for)   Hands of stone   Life is hard.… Continue reading

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