Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Nothing stayed the same.
Turn, turn, turn
The old poet sang a lullaby.
Sensual woman whispered to me once.
Come live with me and be my lover.
I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep me steady.
Beautiful lady ambushed my heart and I learn her appetite for
kisses and embrace. Her charm and sovereign eyes made me blind
and with the wishes for more.
Real life lullabies rarely are perceived till too late.
Our heart and mind turn, turn and turn some more.
Love demand payment.
The chronicle of an forever love is like a willow tree.
We must be willing to flex and bend like free branches to keep the sovereign eyes,
bright, content and near.
Love bold, love behold, love dwell where two people hold tightly when the storms
of life is at hand.
Coyote/John Castellenas
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Turn, Turn, Turn, there is a season…Turn turn
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hi John, could you maybe check out my poetry blog? I saw that stumbled across my other blog that I don’t really use, and it would mean so much to me if you were to check out my poems, even if they aren’t even close to being as good as yours.
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I added you to my favorite. I will return in three day and read your work. I work the night shift. I’m off to sleep.
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You have deep insight. Thank you for this poem friend.
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A little. Collins can sing. Made the Seeger song better. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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great song – your title very powerful and touch everyone – Have a wonderful weekend!
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Good old music. Thank you for reading and stopping by.
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