PoetryA Poem by Coyote PoetryCould be published?Truth or dare?
Many out-laws and dangerous ladies in these dance halls of Texas, you can be playing truth or dare?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My sweetest friend
I was the dark poet and you were the prettiest flower of old Monterey, I was seeking the good death and you were seeking the Winter storms to suicide board. You told me, all of us live in sin, we will die in sin. We are just shadows dancing upon the earth for a moment, We will be like the sea, know dark tides, great storms and the peaceful sea. We will rarely show our real face and the shadows of mistakes made, Can kill the innocence of our youth. War, life and regret, All of us shall know. We must go to the sea. Pray to the moon and the stars for forgiveness. Unravel the follies made and become better. I told her. My sweetest friend, My kindest teacher, When you are near, The world is sweeter and more wonderful. Thank you for befriended me and saving my soul.
------------------------------------------------------------------ Lake Huron Misi-zaagiing, Ojibwa tribe called her the quiet storm. Lake Huron, never tamed and always beautiful. Blessed and ancient people knew, The great lake was life, Respect her, drink of her. Be generous in prayers for her gifts. Misi-zaagiing, she can be the dangerous storms, Place of serenity and a miracle of the Gods for us, Who love the forest, the river, the lakes and the clean air. Dancing Coyote
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7 Reviews Added on March 5, 2019 Last Updated on March 5, 2019 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more.. |

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