Tag Archive: Poet

Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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Did we love? Did we bleed??

Did we love? Did we bleed?   Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than… Continue reading

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“Listen to the wind”

Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading

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“Humble and kind”

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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Did I do, all I could do?

Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given? (For the dear singer Joey, her memory still bring tears to my eyes)   Dear lord, I am getting so… Continue reading

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Idyllic places

(Idyllic place and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Idyllic place and time   The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter, spring and… Continue reading

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My little wildflower

  (tinnacriss: Little wildflower by bwaworga) My little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect… Continue reading

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As pretty as a perfect painting

(As pretty as a perfect painting A Poem by Coyote Poetry) As pretty as a perfect painting She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is… Continue reading

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I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading

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‘My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading

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