“My true love”

My true love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014                         My true love The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerged in your sweet kiss and tender… Continue reading

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Where are the peace makers?- Peace

Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace (A old poem written when age was my advantage.) I went to… Continue reading

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We must pay attention-“Hell-bend highway”

Hell-bend highway   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey… Continue reading

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To chances in life

Originally posted on CREATIVITY INKED:
Here I am, Red lipstick; fun earrings And there he is, A question mark. Will it go as planned? Is this what I had expected it to be?…

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Knife of my heart

Las mentiras carmesíes están escritas en las nubes de tu malvado cielo, dolores caídos de esperanzas quebradas de engaño, mi sueño destrozado en pedazos. En el camino a nuevo en el curso de… Continue reading

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“Je t’aime”

Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading

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Daily Prompt: Martyr (A martyr of love)

Originally posted on Write Ally! Write!:
via Daily Prompt: Martyr Image from: rebloggy.com He’s not brave, But not a coward, He can’t wield a sword, But he can be a shield, He’s not the…

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“The dance”

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo coyotepoetrebloggedyosha  (Thank you Tumblr) Follow The dance In the twilight of the day. We can dance to Lana Del Rey. You told… Continue reading

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“The red dress”

The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time.                    The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night.… Continue reading

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WHIRLWINDS OF MIRRORS – AN ARTIST’S GIFT OR CURSE ?~ by Paloma Fule

Originally posted on OUR POETRY CORNER:
? ? WHIRLWINDS OF MIRRORS – AN ARTIST’S GIFT OR CURSE ? by Paloma Fule Whirlwinds of mirrors fill my mind. I am awake, but paralyzed by…

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