Be kind to each other….

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Be kind to each other——

Sober men can’t write the truth,

godless men can’t see heaven.

Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,

only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.

We are like a old house,

once beautiful and new.

We will lose our zeal and know decay.

Become forgotten.

Men who love folly and mischief.

Can they find a place where their restless mind can rest?

I found a girl by the Weeping willow tree.

She had eyes of gold and she had soft tears falling from her beautiful face.

I asked her,

dear lady, why do you cry?

She looked at me and she whispered.

I cry for you, I cry for men of war,

I cry for men who shall die alone and

I cry for the children,

who cannot be saved from the hate of our world.

I told her,

we are having a Indian Summer.

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Gyspy soul… And a beautiful Ayla song…

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 Gypsy soul…

Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.

Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are the sea.

Once I was alone. Love blessed me and now I have grandchildren to dance with till my ending.

Once I needed nothing, my Gypsy heart needed the long day, friendship near and abundance of laughter near.

I was born free of rules, borders and not bounded by the need to own everything.

I fell into the chaos of life, into the foolishness of war and I listen to the naysayers.

Today my old eyes, my old body know,

I am not done, we must seek the sweetest honey, places where love can grow.

Teach the children the song of the sea, listen to the wind.

To walk into a cloud and be blessed by the…

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Marie Prichard

Brave & Reckless

When her song catches your ear
And you hear it in the distance
Do you ask yourself why the caged bird sings?
Or do you say,
I know why the caged bird sings.

She sings when her world closes in
Locked in a gilded cage
Beautifully displayed
On her scrolled stand
Suspended high.

She sings in mourning
As she loses herself
Claimed and coveted
Kept apart away from admiring eyes
That are not yours.

She sings as you applaud
For capturing your little songbird
With expectations that her lilting song
Will reach only your ears
Making only you smile.
.
She sings for her freedom
Her song floating on wisps of wind
A call to her feathered sisters
Warning of gold-wrapped bars made of steel
And jailers who speak pretty words of devoted adoration.

She sings to remind herself
Of who she used to be
When there were no barricades

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If I knew….

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If I knew.

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. "

  If I knew…

 If I knew.
 I would of  loved more and said less.

Sweet memories slip into my mind of us.
Two people loving and holding tight like it was our last moment.

I remember walking  hand in  hand with you.
On lonely beaches.
Never more happy.

 The sweet times are rare now.

 Eyes of youth had faded away with life burdens and losses.

 I look into the mirror and see a tire man.

 I wish to go back and feel again.
 To hunger for sweet  kisses and love til the morning light.

Walk down the naked beaches of Monterey coast.
In a mist of silence with a gentle hand in mine. 

 I didn’t know laughter and dreams would fade away.

 If I knew I would of…

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The human touch…

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The human touch.

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the people we love and need them. "

                            The human touch…

People can get lost.
Feel they are alone.
Be blinded to reasons to be alive and go forward.

Many ways to find dead-ends in a life.
Lost love.
Isolation from the people we love and need.
Bad times and locked doors of opportunity.

We can get scared.
Fall down and can’t find the way to hope.

Some folks can find peace and salvation in prayer.
Some of us need kind words and a helping hand.

I believe we have forgot the old way.
The human touch.
We forgot how to listen and pay attention to the people around us.

Some people find peace in silence.

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Beautiful journey…

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Beautiful journey.

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" A wise person ensure they take the good road. "

Beautiful journey.

A thousand roads to choose.
We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences or
take the cold and heartless road.
Leaving all things of value behind us.
Careless life and thoughts leaving good people forgotten and lost.

The easy way is more convenience.
Dirty dreams and woman can darken the soul.
The sin of living will leave you on a lonely road.

A beautiful journey.
Is chance and luck?
Opening new doors of love and friendship.
Allow new dreams and hope to overtake things lost.

A thousand roads to choose.
I choose the dark eyed woman who made me laugh.
She dances in the light of the city without fear.
She love the sea and the quiet of the night.
Love without fear and she tried to be kind

Life…

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Life is words

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Besotted, you watched intently
as words dripped tellingly from my
fingers

When I laced my fingers through yours
heart tattooed its favourite song
you’re mine

That summer of love drenched in rain
we traced dancing shadows lying
awake

The intricate latticework of
passion enfolded us in its
embrace

No dream did seem impossible
but then, life didn’t like our planning
ahead

Shattered shards I pick everyday
never knew broken dreams could hurt
so much

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Pain assauged through each word written
therapeutic exercise I
employ

Each experience enriching
however broken; beautiful,
life is.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says: write a Synchronicity poetry verse.

This poetry form is written in the first person revealing accidental yet seemingly synchronized events.

The definition of synchronicity is the state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.

As a poetry form, this…

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