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When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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You can’t go back

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You can’t go back

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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After breaking a heart. Better not to look back. Can’t return back to the place of sweetness, after burning down the bridges with bad actions and words.

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Can’t go back

Last time I saw you. You were covering your face and hiding tears. I knew when I exit the door. I couldn’t return.

I had everything once and wanted more. You told me. “Wild and crazy Johnnie. You must stop and hold on to me.  Even the wild sea knowed calm and must rest. Johnnie, the wars and regret are gone. Stay with me and allow our hearts to grow to everlasting and a good love.”

I left you on a Winter day to go fight wars for men who did not care if I lived or died. I learn life is like an old willow tree. The good branches will…

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“NOT LIVE WITHOUT”

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Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky's warth

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It is on my desk

dry, almost petrified, the rose;

Something I didn’t want or expect

He gave it to me unexpectedly one day.

It pricked my finger.

Blood drops trickled.

A mirror of future twice more,

my blood fell.

Things I didn’t expect or want.

I told him, “no”!

Later I told him more.

I sat back and hoped he’d go.

Now we are alone!

I am always his rose;

and that’s all he’ll know.

Something I didn’t know or expect;

but now could not live without!! …

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“AS THE IVY TWINES”

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Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky's warth

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Tangled vines on the ivy grow,

Intricately vast,

Twined around,

As if afraid to let go…

When one breaks loose from,

Its tongued tangled home,

It sprouts forth a leaf growing,

In its own existence,

At last free to roam…

Let us learn by watching nature unfold,

For as in all living things,

We too, have our time to be.

Knurled and knotted,

We must go.

Only then can we find the-

Freedom to grow,

To be who we are;

Let out stories to be told!! …

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“THE RIVER”

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Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky's warth

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I start as a drop, flow as a trickle,

Develop into a stream and gushes a fall.

Dancing down as a Brook, growing like a lake.

I keep flowing and flowing, becoming as a river.

I sometimes flood, I sometimes dry,

Causing people who depend on me and my misery.

I sometines quench the throats of the thirsty;

Invigorating lands which produce plenty!

Men and women, old and young,

All creatures dirty and clean,

Bathe in my bosom-

To enjoy my ever nourishing milk.

I am called Amazon in Brazil.

I am called the long Nile of Egypt.

I become the Sacred Ganges of India;

Raved and worshiped by one and all.

I flow to join the ever big ocean,

Which is always my final Destination,

Which is always my resting place;

Where I have no limits,

No barriers,

No boundaries and no end!! …

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“A POET’S LULLABY”

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Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky's warth

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Who are the ones who wrote poetry about everyone?

Do you know who everyone really is?

Did you know that a poet thinks of everyone?

Everyone includes you and me…

Have you ever met a poet in everyone?

Could you ever understand how they thought?

Did you ever cry, when reading their poetry?

Did you know what was real or not?

You know a poet can make you think just about everything.

From cats and rats and children and friends;

Of the sky that is red and yellow and burgundy;

To the lands of greens and browns and shores.

Now a poet knows love more than anyone.

With some their tears filled and ocean or sea.

But their hearts are true and pure like the diamond.

And forever is spoken with their words.

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