“The storm”

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we want what we shouldn’t have.                                       The storm She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to… Continue reading

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forgiveness as strong as flowers

Originally posted on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach:
america seeps into cracks of sidewalks … …seeps… red graffiti like petals of voices …unheard… …seeps protests burning white hot as hell’s collection bills… and…

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We danced, we loved.

We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write   We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old.… Continue reading

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Ché Guevara (14 June 1928 – 9 October 1967)

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
For Ernesto ‘Ché’ Guevara de la Serna? (14 June 1928 – 9 October 1967) The Wind Carries His Name … They shot him do wn, to silence a…

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I need a open highway-RIDE

Ride A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lana Del Rey song and energy. Make me wish to break free and celebrate being alive. Ride True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing… Continue reading

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Eyes

Originally posted on Niky's Ink:
Her delicate silhouette still lingers, closer than these arms can embrace… haunting me. I breathe her in within the lull of a zephyr… as lilac and roses…

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MuseumBlind

Originally posted on deletedangel:
Dance with a leisurely freedom stimulates!  A loss mind posing picture, museum… ? Footsteps of time floating spiritual angels one eye blind.. Prayer of heaven distance above, within a…

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“The tarot cards”

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                       The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading

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just before drowning

Originally posted on House of Heart:
I am in Paris, I think  I am dreaming. It is before daybreak and a man waits beneath a street light. A melancholy smile that does not reach our  eyes passes through  us.…

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Without you

Without you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                       Without you —- A masterpiece Lascivious days and nights. I loved you like you were my last breathe. I knew at the hello.… Continue reading

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