Memories: Nelson Mandela International Day

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Above: Sweden Summer of 1990 Below: Johannesburg Autumn of 2008

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“Fallen Angels”

Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading

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Tea Party 

Originally posted on littlelexpoems:
​Come and join my tea party? With my Dishevelled teddy bears. I’ve saved you room? Next to me, red ribbons in my hair Bravely sent a special invite Secret…

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“You and I”

You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams.  We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading

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Secrets From Deepest Bones

Originally posted on Fires In Ashbarrels:
The old woman hovers near the woodstove and drags a calloused hand across her crinkled forehead as if wiping away smoke and sweat. She pauses, looking; her…

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War

Originally posted on Windows by malakhai.jones:
They said, “The peace couldn’t last for too long.” ?You could hear the acrid breeze moving through the leaves. ?You could see the diseased air stripping…

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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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“The Medicine wheel”

The Medicine wheel   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.   Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I… Continue reading

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I Choose Love

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Dedicated to all those who visited my facebook wall this week I choose love, not hate I hear Martin Luther King knocking at the door I choose poetry,…

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Nature’s Dance

Originally posted on Danielle Dayney:
Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno Nature dances its ballet. Rolling mountains touch the sky, In this place, my getaway. ? Blades of green grass gently sway. Pollen twirls…

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