“No cure for love”
No cure for Love.
No cure for love.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime looking back. The bad days don’t seem so bad.
I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes.
Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft legs.
I tried to erode the memory of her beautiful body.Leonard Cohen is playing “No cure for love.”
I sat alone in the back of a Texas dance hall.The restrains of grief and my frigid heart rendered me
Pain become an pleasure.
Allowing a trace of emotion to appear rarely.
I was filled with the cancer of disappointment.
Left hopeless.
Now the twilight deepen.
I sat on the sideline of hopelessness.
Waiting for one damn reason to keep going forward.
A sensuous and beautiful lady whispered.
Sweet and spiritual words.
“My Poet.
Rest with me my love.
Let’s find a secret hostel.
Where two can unite against the world.”
Her perfume intoxicated my senses.
My emotions and desires begin to maneuver.
Her sweet smell of lilies began to awake
my impoverished heart.
She took me to the dance floor.
We do a Texas two-step.
Slow and easy.
Her sweet voice whispers to me.
“I’m here.
I have tasted pain.
Swam in the misery of disappointment.”
“Tonight we must redeem our heart and soul.”
She gave me a soft gentle kiss.
Laid her head onto my chest.
She looked into my eyes.
Her blue eyes kind and gentle.
Even the un-lucky can find love.
She told me.
“We must create a bridge.
Based on the real things that are important.
Make only true promises.
We expect to accomplish.”
We sat by the Austin river.
The Texas sun was appearing from the east.
A broken man and a lady who lost her wings.
Today we begin a new dance.
In the paradise of love and emotion.
The sweet woman told me.
“We must live through hell.
To know love.”
I brought her close.
I whispered “Thank you.”
I told her “love takes time.”
I kissed her sweet lips.
Brought her close to me.
I whispered.
“We must strive to be kind and
Maybe the splendor of love.
Will come back.”
“Into our heart and soul? ”
Coyote
1991
Beautiful. I love it!
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you. Good music create good poetry.
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This song is a bit dreary Love. I might get a bad dream.
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Cohen, like Johnny Cash. Told the truth. I saw Leonard Cohen in Germany in 1978 and 1979. He performed a four hour show. A amazing performer.
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I know both of them and been to their house. Mr. Cohen sits in a dark room drinking scotch whiskey watching game shows all day on a 46 inch flat screen LCD HD. He didn’t put close on and wore the same flannel pajama’s all three days eating sausages with gravy once a day. And well Mr. Cash, after June Carter passed, he sat there looking out a window, drewling and crying mumbling and shaking. Glad you liked their performance.
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Cohen still had the look of wildness. Johnnie Cash fought demons to the end. I believe last days can be hard or okay? Is our decision. I hope my days will be okay? Is it cold and snowy yet for you?
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Its cold and wet here, but its warm inside. My days are full and there is much happiness. I cant think of any place i would rather be. Why ….its not hard at all.
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This is very good. You deserve the happiness.
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As you do as well.
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“The sweet woman told me.
“We must live through hell.
To know love.””
‘Tis so, ’tis so…
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Truest words ever.
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heartbreaker!!
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Leonard Cohen song make writing easy. Thank you dear Poet for reading and the comment.
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I love the way you write, but mostly the way you think about things.
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amazing Leonard Cohen!
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He is. The Poet of music.
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