Monthly Archive: February, 2020

“Love Entitled Forever” – Poem

Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Across the sea She blew me a fragrance, One I felt it worth to see With eyes upon her froze stare, And made me become aware. I loved…

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40 cents more…

  40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she  told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, we held love for… Continue reading

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Would you, could you?

  O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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I was told…

(thekillmanual Been gone for a while. Portrait by Jordan Torri) Tumblr  amazing poet and writer Anna Childs     I was told     The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told… Continue reading

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I want to see you again…

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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The sea

The perfect sea     The golden dust was upon us, the warm day made the sea sweeter and more wonderful. You released your sundress and swirl in a free-fall dance near the… Continue reading

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I will steal the moon for you

I would steal the moon for you       I loved her and she loved me. I spoke lullabies of love to her when the sun fell into the sea. She would… Continue reading

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The heartstrings…

The heartstrings   She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was… Continue reading

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