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Day: June 9, 2021
Maybe yes, maybe no?
Maybe yes, maybe no?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
First poem in awhile my friends. Too much thinking. June-days poem one
Maybe yes, maybe no?
He saw her, a hair of ginger, a face of a angel. He chased her till she couldn’t run no-more. She asked him. Do you soldiers believe love is everything and women are your prey?
He smiled and he told her. If I saw a valley of wildflowers, I would see only you my dancing flower. You have stole my thoughts, my heart. I am following you and if you don’t want me near. I will leave you be.
She laughed at my words and she asked. Do you believe I am following you? Maybe yes, maybe no?
He took her hands and he held the hands gently. He smiled and he told her. The dilemma of love, the agony of love, the reluctance…
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Two short poems
Two short poems
A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune-days poetry number two.
Two short poems..
You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day. And I will owe you everything I have.
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Beneath the willow tree, we shared a kiss. You and I swayed with the midnight gentle wind. We held tight embrace for the Summer moon. I told her, all I have is verse and prose to give to you. She smiled and she whispered. A poet love, I shall be. And I demand a million words of praise, to be never forgotten in story or tale, till the sky fall into the sea.
Coyote
A evening blessing…
A evening blessing, you are…
My love, waiting patiently for my return.
I told her.
You make me believe,
life is wonder and beauty.
You make me know mystery and unknown.
When I look into your eyes,
I feel loved and meaningful.
Let’s find the sea,
let’s find a Irish Pub,
drink Irish coffee on the Monterey pier.
Allow me to be blessed by those loving eyes.
Dancing Coyote
The last time I saw your face..
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember…
When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.Today, I walk slower and I think before I speak. I pay attention to my loved one. Gone and with me. I make time for the children and the grandchildren.
When I was eighteen years old in 1977. Dear Grandmother and grandfather Reyes took me the bus station for the Army. I can still see them with sad faces as the Grey Hound bus took me to New Jersey today. I volunteered for every active conflict and I did not fear death. I called my Grandfather in the Winter of 1991 when I was in the war-zone. My sister answered, not knowing it was me. She told me. Mr. Reyes died last week. I dropped the phone and…
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Transitory Being
Every moment is a transition
Between here and there
Now and then
Past and present
Between sleep and being awake
Life and death
Space and time
Giving and taking
Between day and night
Bridge of duality
Opening of new gates
Every moment carries eternity
To open new worlds
Passing them
DidiArtist, 08.06.2021
The time will come
The time will come
Where smoking and alcohol will be frowned upon
When animal food will no longer be eaten
Death will no longer make the body a grave
The time will come
Where lust for power will be a thing of the past
Where egoistic systems disintegrate
Where unconscious people no longer rule
The time will come
Where people appreciate and respect each other
Where violence and sex glorification end
No longer have a place in society
The time will come
Where people understand, help each other
Where money and titles no longer matter
Replaced by honesty and generosity
The time will come
Where we look back on ourselves shaking our heads
Where unity lives, is understood
As brother and sister in the One….
The time will come
Where humanity comes of age…
DidiArtist, 08.06.2021
CALL YOU LATER // Six Word Story #93
Two Tales
What the heart desired and what the smileshowed were two tales from differenttimes
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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 8, 2021
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Today’s prompt: Write a poem that uses the words “weary”, “nails”, and “mind control”
The Reluctant Poet 