I am a published poet and author of four books – No Place to Fall (2001) Let Nothing Be Normal (2007) Half Heard Voices (2011) and Sometimes (like this) (2012) I recently completed a separate compi…
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Adopt these simple habits of optimists and it won’t be hard to see the glass as half full.
A Poem byCoyote Poetry
My sad friend.
Please smile for me.
Stay with me by the sea all night.
Your world has fell apart.
You don’t know right from wrong.
Desperate acts had left you feeling
dirty and insulated from everyone.
Please take my hand.Walk with a man who swims in shit most
of his life.
Ain’t no real Angels on this Earth.
Only us struggling to make amends.
We all must do things we are ashamed of.
World isn’t clean anymore.
Not enough helping hands.
Ain’t no pity for the people in plight today.
I know we get fatigue and humiliated to
believing we are worthless and destitute.
Please take my hand.
Walk with a contaminated man.
Jaded kisses and broken promises had
left me empty.
The not so sweet taste of life has turn me bitter.
The sad woman whisper.
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A wish upon a star
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old dreams never fade away.
A wish upon a star….
Every night before I close my eyes.
I whisper your name.
I make a wish to kiss your lips.
To feel the heat of your body.
I sent you a prayer.
A prayer you have found happiness.
I held you so tightly once.
But I saw the loneliness.
The hunger for the road in your eyes.
My wandering Angel was dying.
I drove you to the airport.
I watched as you flew away from me.
I whispered I would wait for you.
I knew when you set a wild animal free.
They will never come back.
I drink the tequila now.
I run down Big Surf beaches yelling your name.
Sweet name to my heart.
I sit by the bay.
After the tequila killed all my senses.
I dream I can see you…
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Somewhere in time…
The paradox of living,
we get what we deserve.
Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,
waited for a wayward man.
I remember the fragrance of her skin,
the tenderness of her hands.
I sang love words to her for many days.
“We love, we die.
we dance, we shall cry.
In the midnight hours,
we shall lies and make promises.
My sweetest love,
I did know.
I shall never forget your face.”
The yesterday man, the sleeping man.
once love was near and when men who write in riddles.
They learn, true love is the sweetest wine.
Grows dark, the night
No vivid colors
To awaken sight
The moon refuses
To share its light
Darkness fills my eyes
Their verdant hue
There is no color
Alas, tis true
What moves in shadow?
Is it you?!
Perhaps, this is merely a ruse
I blink to see
But nothing is clear
It’s shrouded in haze
Or is that my fear?
Taking over my mind
I try, but cannot flee
Sadly, I am losing my spark
Please tell me what to do
So they cannot find me
Though they’ll try to ensue
What is left of my spirit
My friend, I need you!
Lest find myself lost in the dark
Photo & poem
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
leaves fell quieted
atypical to autumn
an earthy blanket
do we dare to share
secrets hidden neath the leaves
or hush the moment
“I saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.” – Thomas Hood
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Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, and writing poetry. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found atEugi’s Causerie.
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