John Lennon Quote

Originally posted on UNIVERSALISM:
A powerful and true quote. When we forget what is our joy and happiness. What have we become? Happiness, last utopia of a free man lost. UNIVERSALISM View original post Advertisements

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Five Things Aspiring Writers May Think Are True, But Aren’t

Originally posted on The Literary Game:
It’s a huge high when you first decide to take the plunge and devote yourself to writing…but like all highs, eventually you will come down. Sadly, it’s…

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Silence, tears and rain

Originally posted on Poetic musings:
Sometimes silence is so loud and strange And can be heard across a thousand miles May be rain can hide those tears for a while Which keep flowing…

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Happy National Poetry Day

Originally posted on actingmylife:
Today is National Poetry Day and to mark this occasion, I wrote another poem. XD Poetry speaks from the heart; It picks me up when I’m down, When I…

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Happy World Poetry Day “Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                                 Utopia of the pen and… Continue reading

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Happy World Poetry Day “The stranger and the Poet song”

The stranger and the Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning.                                     The stranger song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built… Continue reading

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Waiting

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Steve Hanks Two years ago, I was pregnant. I have to say That I was afraid. I’d waited it my whole life. My daughter gave birth…

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A melody

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Art by iFrostyIce A nightingale sings The pure love of two women, A sweet melody. The notes waltz in the sky, The moon and the stars dance too.

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“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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that dust filled day

Originally posted on sashaholden1:
Feet footsteps’ blowing the shadows away from the ant hills the raindrops barking through the holes uncovering the dirt washing his hands opening his face he walked westward Two…

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