War

Originally posted on beth tremaglio:
“Leaders will tell of war, the way they want you to hear it. War will never tell on itself.”? Leaders tell of war, the way they want you…

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If I Had My Life To Live Over

Originally posted on AnJakunen:
I think living in the moment requires a little reflecting on but not dwelling in the past and feel this lovely poem by Nadine Stair (age 85) from Condensed…

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“Midnight rendezvous”

Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind… Continue reading

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“Beautiful Brigitte.

Beautiful Brigitte   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 37 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who… Continue reading

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Take me, Wind.

Originally posted on ~From Life To Shereen~:
​ Take me with you, O wind. Take, wherever you will, Raise me to the clouds that move, Or to the sky that stands still. .…

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Parts of Me

Originally posted on Darrie Writes Here:
There are parts of me I want to cover. Sometimes all of them. Sometimes none. There are parts of me I need to cover. Sometimes for freedom…

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Feral Heart

Originally posted on The Moon, the Sea, and Poetry:
I’ve been domesticated too long, my love. Bring me back to the wild places! Back to where, the wolves once called me sister. Back…

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“Song of the dead and the song of the living?

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading

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“Purgatory and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.   I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keeps them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early and… Continue reading

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a deep shade of night ~

Originally posted on tornadoday:
I painted my walls a deep shade of night floors – the essence of sun I slipped through the shadows and ran through the weeds out past the places…

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