Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.

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Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"June-days poetry three."   

                     Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.

He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice and tomfoolery to control my life and mind. The fool shall learn too well, you can dance the devil and he will always wins. I have played the slave for rich men and large companies. Made them so much money and what do I have to show for this? I left people behind and I forgot kindness.

She laughed at my words and she told me. We will sin and sin some more, we can’t stop the decay of our heart and our mind. We will love the seven deadly…

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The poet and the artist..

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The poet and the artist.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"June-days poetry four"       

           The poet and the artist…

A poet and a artist sitting by Santa Cruz boardwalk drinking coffee and chasing conversation. The morning was perfect, the sea was calm and the coffee was strong. The poet told the artist. Dear Elena, some sins cannot be forgotten. I have lived the soldier life and I cheated death often. I learn, only the good die young and I am still alive.

With slyness in her gentle voice, she told him. The legacy of a long life is traveling everywhere, to test life often and loving many. Even sin become less sinful with time apart from her.

He told her. You are speaking like a eloquence poet, so tasteful, so kind and so sweet. I adore when you make my dilemma seem…

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Sunday Writing Prompt, June 6/2021 – Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys

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“Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys”, is a phrase I’ve personally repeated whenever I felt thrust into other’s squabbles, and is today’s Sunday Writing Prompt 🙂

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Don’t jump into the fray
And don’t fight battles that aren’t yours
It takes a toll on your nerves
When you fight for something not your concern
These are the words of wisdom often spoken to me


But I’m of the kind that always has an opinion
And cannot stay quiet when things are going downhill
Telling someone you care about that they are making a mistake
Has often landed me in more trouble than them


Is there a middle way that I can tread
Where I don’t sit aloof and see something going wrong
Or get broken-hearted because I cared too much
I…

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According to Science…

If you want to experience unconditional love then you need to have a dog!!

Mws R Writings

For instance, recent research published in the scientific journal PLOS One found that dogs with no prior rescue training at all instinctively knew to save their owners in a simulated emergency. When participating owners were “locked” in a box and instructed to yell “help!,” one-third of the dogs not only ran over to help but also figured out how to open the box and rescue their owner. “Most dogs would run into a burning building just because they can’t stand to be apart from their owners.

https://www.eatthis.com/mind-body/

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“Measured Teaspoons” from LOVE & METAXA

Christina Strigas

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If you click on the link you will find three of my poems published on IambPoetry and my voice recordings of each one. “Measured Teaspoons” is from my new poetry book, Love & Metaxa, which just went live yesterday, and is available to purchase on all online bookstores.

Measured Teaspoons

Who loves me anymore?
People like to rehash old said shit,

From five years ago …
You punched a door,
There’s still a wrecked hole to remind me.

Pin their poetry on your forehead.
Jinx, touch red,
it’s identical now.
Someone brings you red wine
you smile
taking about reading and writing
you try to tell a joke
fail miserably.
Look around the room like a stranger.

That’s not what I meant at all.

Who loves me anymore?

They see me with fugitive themes,
Forgive me for always leaving,
Flinch at the sign of…

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Beyond the Script

Confab With Me

Drift off from the script in a few occasion and times, for what is life if it is in order and rhyme

By Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

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Never impede your excitement

Confab With Me

Never impede your heart’s excitement because of some superfluous societal norms

By Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

You can listen to my YouTube channel Here

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The Unknown – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Tricia has invited us to write about risk. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Take a risk

Photo: Cape Leeuwin, more than a couple of wrecks out there in the reef and rocks.

“Only those those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.” T.S. Eliot

The Unknown

If I remain as I am the
boat will sail without me,
past the shallows I wade in,
near the reef I have only
transcended in my wintry 
dreams, uncertain of the 
clearance  of my keel which 
has kept me even for so long,
and now, looking at the vast
horizon with anticipation,
knowing that I risk more by
not plunging into the unknown.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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