Testing, Testing: Prep for Prime Time with a Test Blog

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.. The comment that fell on deaf ears..

If it were a possibility (to feel this way), is, therefore, perception irrelevant? – I think not!
       Every heart (if you wish to follow my line of thought) has something to bring to humanity. An emotion, if you like, that could not be discovered otherwise.
   … The vagaries hinted at, may realise what should be implied…

Thankyou for taking the time to read this 🙂

When comes a stranger

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When comes a stranger

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Death comes when she desired.

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                             Death come when he desires.
I was last year man.
I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job.
A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas highway 35.
Two dead brother I had to put into lonely graves because of suicide turned my world around.
I started drinking and create separation from everyone.
I learned I wasted 32 years on meaningless things.The war started in 1991.
I joined and volunteer for Iraq. I didn’t believe in suicide.
Better to allow a bullet to find you and fix your problems.
I volunteer for every dangerous mission. I stood on the Iraq border.
The war ended quickly and I was yesterday man waiting for nothing.
I wrote poetry of hell and heaven.No-one was allowed in.
Slow death is hard…

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Beautiful Laura sat by the sea

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Beautiful Laura sat by the sea

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.

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                        Beautiful Laura sat by the sea

I sat in a field of wildflowers.
The scent of the wildflowers took me to the sea and sweet Laura.

Laura loved the free flowers. She told me often.
Beauty should be free and not caged.

I went far away from sweet Laura. I served the Army and she was wild and free.
I remember her sweet voice.  Her singing of sweet songs of love and peace.
She loved dancing with the waves and tossing me butterfly kisses from a distance.

She asked “Would I return to her my Poet friend?”
I told her. “Life is not fair. I will try to return to you my love. I know you can’t return
to the same place you left.”

Laura took my hands. We danced upon…

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