I Know It’s Hard, Baby (audio)

Originally posted on Allison Marie Conway:
Crisp white wine, crystal blue water, and the kind of existential angst which feels so familiar as to almost have become my signature vibe. Summer skin and…

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Am I dead or alive?

Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem found. Written 1987.                              Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion,describe love,describe pain. For every beautiful moment.Must there be pain also? For… Continue reading

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Don’t look at me with disappointment….

Don’t look at me with disappointment…. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | TIBET (4/10)

Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM:
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   Tibet in the poets, the artists nightmares consistently you  appear   paintings poetry you are in anguish shaking…

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone…

Ravishing beauty dancing alone A Poem by Coyote PoetryBe kind, be sweet, could be the last words, we shall speak. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many people. We will be hopeful… Continue reading

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Hide and seek…

Hide and seek…. Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow grave, waiting for no-one.… Continue reading

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If you go away…..

If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote PoetryJuly-day poetry number seven. Why do we write story and poetry?… A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”… Continue reading

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Parable of Cecilia

Parable of Cecilia A Poem by Coyote Poetrya great song.                           Parable of Cecilia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading

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A thousand kisses deep- Cohen’s song morning.

A thousand kisses deep…. We found love with the birth of September sweet wine and the Indian Summer of late October in Germany.You were a beauty and a sweet dream, blond hair and… Continue reading

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