Monthly Archive: December, 2020

Damn those eyes and amazing song.

Damn those eyes My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful.You made the drink taste bitter and my hunger to die.Forgotten. Those kind and gentle brown… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and my verbal poetry.

Dead flowers I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading

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No Answer

Originally posted on demarisspeaks:
I am gathering up the wordsfor what it means to be—what it feels like to be—to be what?Lost?Left?Hurt?Used?Betrayed?Mistaken?The words I want to say to you are ugly—they contain a…

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The sinner’s prayer and the great Tom Jones heartfelt song.

The sinner’s prayer My father believed, if he went to church on New Year eve. All sins would be forgiven. Father, old soldier, drinker and hell raiser. I pray, a place for men,… Continue reading

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…AMOR DE MARIPOSAS… LOVE OF BUTTERFLIES …

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

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POEM: FOR MY OWN GOOD

Originally posted on Life Seems:
It has always been a bitter-sweet relationship with you If I am being honest The bitter supersedes the sweet I was once innocent, emotional and hopeful  But you…

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La ferita- La blessure – The wound – La herida

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
La ferita Il sole fiammeggia dietro le isole.La sua luce morente mi punge il cuoree il viso con l’accecante vampa dei ricordiGuardo la calma distesa del maree la profonda…

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Hemingway last dance..

Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.                   Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2016.  I fell in love with her… Continue reading

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I’ll never fall in love again…

 I’ll never fall in love again I went to the Stray Cat Inn on Monday night. Long Islands are three dollars till 9pm and the company kind and polite. I was waiting for… Continue reading

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Scottish kisses

 Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading

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