Love and hate
Cannery Row at Night. Dusk over the city of Monterey on Cannery Row (formerly Ocean Ave.) as cars pass by while City police investigate a vehicle blocking a hotel entrance. On the street in front of the south end of, 652 Cannery Row, Monterey, CA 93940. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Love and hate
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old poem from 1978. Youth allow the mind to ponder without fear of failure.
Love and hate
Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.
Thinking about a missed woman.
I make a wish.
It wasn’t the first star,
but I made the wish anyway.
Stars so very bright, so many I can’t count them.
I have a wish.
A wish for a woman with the hungry eyes.
Eyes that make a man beg for forgiveness,
before accomplishing any wrong deeds.
I wish to be tied up in a love.
Where only the road to hell will bring peace.
Wishes are fool’s notions.
The only wish that will come true is when you find death.
I will sing a fool’s notion.
Make a wish.
Maybe some twisted God will bring her to me.
I will look into her eyes.
Feel weak from the hunger crying out.
Crying out for another dance in the turmoil of the flesh.
That can’t ever be fulfilled.
Increases with each touch.
Till she will toss me aside for another man.
I won’t cry out in disappointment.
I requested this trip.
I may even find some fulfillment in the memories.
Star so bright.
Bring me the woman with the hungry eyes.
I know the payment.
I’m ready for the game of love and hate.
Coyote
1978
the world needs more men like you. your words are your strengths and people who read your works are lucky.
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You are very kind. We need to read and write. A world filled with thinkers would be a better world. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Holy cow, she will be the happiest girl on earth.
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Happiness can be a two-sided coin. Sometime we can lose the good things that can never be found again. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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If the poet is ready go on!!!! Better suffer for love, be sore for love than for others things, I loved that poem, like always.
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No love. No fun. People who fear defeat. Can’t win. Thank you for the comment.
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Lucky you live to love and lucky you love to live. Love your stories.
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My dad favorite saying was. “Love and hate. A heartbeat apart.” Thank you for reading and the comment.
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