The street Poet
(Thank you my dear friend on Writer’s cafe. Honored me with these words)
In the moment we become
A Poem by KLGoode
to the very inspiring John — aka Coyote Poetry
I imagine you.
Sometimes as you describe yourself. Lonely. A Drifter.
A sometimes soldier, sometimes lover.
Lines on your face and eyes deep with the pain of laughter and love.
The colour of them is irrelevant,
for revealed inside them is the colour of you.
Speaking softly.
Street poet.
Your touch is rough, but tender, hands that have lived many lives and known many palms and faces and soft inner thighs.
Hands that have known and created moans and sighs.
Lips that have known love and passion and formed words that healed and bruised and healed anew.
Not a devil.
Not an angel.
Just a man.
Who dreams in poetry.
Sometimes as you describe yourself. Lonely. A Drifter.
A sometimes soldier, sometimes lover.
Lines on your face and eyes deep with the pain of laughter and love.
The colour of them is irrelevant,
for revealed inside them is the colour of you.
Speaking softly.
Street poet.
Your touch is rough, but tender, hands that have lived many lives and known many palms and faces and soft inner thighs.
Hands that have known and created moans and sighs.
Lips that have known love and passion and formed words that healed and bruised and healed anew.
Not a devil.
Not an angel.
Just a man.
Who dreams in poetry.
Gorgeous poem.
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I have using the writer’s cafe for years. The kids are amazing. They honored me with the poem. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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every word of your directly touches the heart because every word you write comes from heart
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Thank you. I was lucky. I used writing as a place to know safety for 40 plus years.
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John please can you solve my problem. My poetry format turns to prose when seen on my face book time line. thus it loses the effect of poetry and readers don’t enjoy. i don’t know how to fix this problem
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I tried to use facebook. Not a good place to expand your poetry and networking. The format is terrible. What I do is send my wordpress work to facebook and the poem is set-up as I like. I like the writer’s cafe also. They edit me for free the kind young writers.
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how to join writers’ cafe. and one more thing. how can or can we earn through writing blogs. silly question but I want to know and earn too
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Hard to make money. I write for pleasure. Writers cafe, just search on the computer and you will find. You can research jobs for writers. Editing is where the money is.
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Thank you John dear for your time and advise 🙂
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You are welcome.
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This is beautiful. What a wonderful tribute. 🙂
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Thank you Ms. Vee. She honored me with her kind words.
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It’s deserving John.
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Great matey; nice one!
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Thank you Julie.
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Truly magnificent homage to you John. Blessings my friend.
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Thank you. Good to be a street Poet. One day. I will be again.
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Yes my friend, you will. Honored to know you.
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Gorgeous tribute to you John! I love the picture too. The artist shows you as sensitive and caring, and has caught the old soul in you too. Wonderful!
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She did. I like the work done by a amazing WordPress artist. Thank you for the comment.
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