Whispers of a poet's heart

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The highlight of our evenings separated
As we mingle amongst mere strangers
You- over there, and me, randomly here
Briefly, from across the way- you glance
Just long enough to mouth “I love you”
The weakness of my tears desperately cling
To the witnessing conclusion of my own reality
I, a mere mortal partakes in a blessing of divinity
Experiencing how love truly talks to…love

Poet of the Light © 2021

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Lovers and losers…


Lovers and losers

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose."    

                               Lovers and losers…

She told me. “I will cry for you, I would die for you. I will do anything to make you feel safe and loved. Please stay with me. The lonesome road isn’t kind. Stay with me and we will overcome your fear and disappointment.”
I whispered sweet Laura. You wasted your tears upon a greedy man. I told you no stories. I never could love you forever. I have a Gypsy soul and wandering heart.

I held her soft body near, I smelled the sweet scent of her perfume. Her tears had turn to silence. I saw the sadness in her eyes. I had no words to steal her pain away.

She asked me to stay till I had to depart for Texas. I whispered to her…

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Write, write and write some more…


Write, write and write some more

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?"      

                       Write, write and write some more….

What would this world be without words?

The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.
Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.
I’m thankful for the realistic words of Dryden. Mark Twain honest and direct words and
Kosinski for making me see the true and scary world. Nevil Shute took me to times of war and taught me war is cold and heartless.

Their words left me with images of the realness of war, murder and disappointment.
They also taught me. Write, write and write some more.

Lonely can be the writer who looked at the world with real vision. Blessed be the writers…

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