Monthly Archive: December, 2019

Herbology…

Originally posted on My Sword and Shield….:
    Thyme, Mint, Honey, and Clove ribbons in her auburn waves she wove   A daughter of sunlight framed in brown would place upon my…

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Monterey

Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters. Monterey The letters   Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I… Continue reading

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The 3 am prayer

The 3 am prayer   The dance hall closed down at 2 am in Belton, Texas. He would go to the Belton Lake, drink the Jack Daniel and howl at the moon. Maybe… Continue reading

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My greatest regret was you

My greatest regret was you   Loved and lost Dear lover, my beautiful love. Honey, sweetheart and my love. Where are you now? Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed… Continue reading

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Fable love

Fable love   I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest.   I have been swimming… Continue reading

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Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold   Once we held hands and we talks of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember.… Continue reading

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emitting poems

Originally posted on River of Mahogany:
Zebra mussel on an august window is nice to rub on cheeks and forehead. Manifestations are the plums of my mellow. I pick fruits and flowers and…

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Do for love

Do for love   Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I.… Continue reading

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Dear December

Dear December   The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie, please come home to… Continue reading

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My secret love

Secret love   Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened.   A sweet voice… Continue reading

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