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1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet to feel the coldness of the river. I have learn to love the quiet places.” Dancing Coyote 2-… Read more
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The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” The Fall sweet honey. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart will die a lonely… Read more
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On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a lifewhere I needed your caress. You took me to a dark bedroom.Light many soft candles andslowly torn down walls of disappointment.… Read more
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I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days,thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey coastline.Purify the sadness and losses of living. I remember you.Waiting for me on the sand.You called me the laughing Poet.A fugitive and faithful… Read more
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3 am poetry. 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I laughed at her words and I told her. Never adore a woman, who isn’t seeking love. 2- Old wise ancient wisdom written many moons ago. Divided we fall, together, acting as one in… Read more
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Pieces of April. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Springtime kisses, our Springtime dances with Lake Michigan. I loved when she was careless and wild.She made me brave and foolish. I called her my wildflower and she called me.Her soldier… Read more
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Begin and ends with you. (Finally, a new poem.) Once upon a time, I held a beautiful Scottish gal. She had gorgeous golden-brown eyes and she was so kind. We had Spring and we had the days of Summer. We didn’t know. The promises of love can be broken by the chaos of life. Once… Read more
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I remember you. You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty and you painted my world to a more beautiful place. Made my anger and disappointment fade away. Your taught me. I was going to be okay. You called me, dear and honey. You were my old… Read more
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Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 1- Just dance. Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of your perfume. Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild places. 2- Just move with the music. The moon is large and the night is… Read more
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Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway’s words made him know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind… Read more
