Tribe

Originally posted on Ethos Of Solitude:
I wish I was a tribe With the red skin That peel off every season To bloom flowers Which drank the stream water To sing like a…

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Medusa

Originally posted on Allison Marie Conway:
He writes poetry about the moon drifting toward empty space, the words are vacuous but he insists that by repeating them they become something most profound. He…

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter.

Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story                               Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had… Continue reading

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I will waltz and sing with the angels

I will waltz and sing with the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk… Continue reading

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Years ago

Originally posted on Diary of a would-be novelist:
My husband and I started dating in 1991. We’ve recently celebrated our Silver Wedding Anniversary – that’s a long time together and a long time…

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Icebergs

Originally posted on PoeEternal:
His failures are beautiful strokes of lightningThe waterfall runningA beautiful warningA star still formingA winter mourning He falls like icebergs crumbling in the seaA white snowfall covering the treesThe…

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The old soldier

(My father Jack Isaacs. Singing with the angels now) The old soldier Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s… Continue reading

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Ayla Nereo song and some words.

 Swirl me in your mind I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading

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Just wait

Originally posted on News from Ibonoco:
IL SUFFIT D’ATTENDRE Ne rien faire, ne rien dire, se taire ! se taire et attendre…, attendre en silence, attendre simplement le matin, le tout petit matin…

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The Island- chapter eight

The Island- part 8 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.                            The Island- chapter eight The two woman came to… Continue reading

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