“Nothing last forever”

Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed.                         Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading

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Don’t Paint Me

Originally posted on WordMusing:
. So Mr Constable, da Vinci, Renoir will you paint me in a tradition of oils striking, bold, acrylic or softly softly in colours of water? Please don’t paint…

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“No shame in love”

No shame in love   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love.                         No shame in love (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon,… Continue reading

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Humble and kind

Humble and kind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had… Continue reading

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In Life’s Mirror #poetry #uganda #photography

Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
In the mirror of a water bucket I see: A blur of color children with bright hearts flames cannot douse courage little girls pump, pump, pump…

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sono io” Alessio Cosso “

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Metamorfosi ” Regina Ghiglietti “

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Free-Spirit

Originally posted on Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled :
http://www.dreamstime.com/-image10508221 I must reintroduce myself, to my free spirit. It gets beside itself. For it stands by me, Flee’s outside me, but casually pretends,…

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“Needing and bleeding”

Needing and bleeding   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                      Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms.… Continue reading

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Salt of Memory: for Mariano Arias by Pablo Armando Fernandez

Originally posted on Leonard Durso:
Fortunate the one who at the root has within hand’s reach the flower. The sediment of centuries cuts the tutelary home into the stone. By those rooms does…

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