My great love. Part two.
My great love. Part two.
I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who can awake us from the slumber of a dead sleep.
I do remember a Spring flower in 1978, in the month of late May. Long blond hair, dancing blue eyes and a face of a angel. I fell into treason in all things I loved to be near her. She was my illusion of perfection.
She found me alone by the small lake, we talked, held hands and I fell into the majesty of her. We were shrouded with youth and we were crazy fearless. Wanting everything and more.
I loved her eyes when she spoke. I could see the ancient cities, the sea and open sky in her eyes. I remember she took me to her home, we laid in a bed of German quilts, and she sang songs of Leonard Cohen and Elvis.
The charity of love comes when she want.
She was childlike, innocence and wild in heart. She was filled with great dreams and she loved to dance. We locked the doors, disrobed and she danced her nakedness to the words of Leonard Cohen songs. I remember she fell to her knees, lay her head into my lap and she whispered. You don’t have to love me, please make me feel cherished and wonderful.
I already loved her misty eyes, I love to hear her softest words, she made me believe. The sweetness of love was near. I told her. She was wonder and a miracle.
We learned by the candlelight of the summer nights. Love delight, the hunger of the aching lust and like a whirlwind. We gave everything we had to each other. I remember her pale skin, her tender kisses and her body of perfect canvas. I wrote poetry upon her wanting skin and I read her poetry of love into the midnight hours. We had a year of splendor.
I was nineteen and she was seventeen. We didn’t know. Life was stormy seas, somber songs and young love wasn’t enough to keep love alive. We whispered words of love, made promises of forever. We learned the locked doors and the sweetness of the kiss. Wasn’t enough.
The young writer asked, was she your great love? I smiled and I told him. I don’t know. I have loved many and I believe we truly give everything we have, only once in a lifetime. My German girl was a gift and a blessing. She taught me, I wasn’t alone. She taught me, to love the song of Leonard Cohen, to love the ancient cities and to dance with the sea. Maybe, she was my great love. My teacher.
Dancing Coyote
If you need help just reach out to him. You don’t have be to an asshole.
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I need an editor. One day, I will find time to seek and have money to pay for. I have two 300-page books needing an editor. I keep writing and reading. I like the negative comments. Few people tell you the real truth. Writing take time to create. My muse is sleeping for two months. I went back to work. Now less time. I love books, I like to connect with other writers. Again, your comments. I paid attention to. I try to edit each poem I publish with more detail. Now I write for pleasure. Don’t seek to be published or famous. I was a soldier for 15 years. I have a hard shell. Sometimes you need to be told. Do better, write better, think better. I am off to bed. I work the nightshift. Good night.
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FYI, Johnnie,
If this person is reusing your protected expression (e.g., your exact wording or substantially similar text from your poems, stories, or essays) without permission, each reuse can be a separate act of copyright infringement, even if they cut it into pieces or mix it into different works.
From a plagiarism standpoint, patchwork use, copying bits from you and others into “new” work without proper credit, is still plagiarism, sometimes called patchwork or mosaic plagiarism.
Even if they distribute it across many different materials, it can still both (a) be plagiarism in the everyday/ethical sense, and (b) infringe your copyright if the copied material is protected and not excused (fair use, etc.).
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I do not copy other folk’s work. It is my sloppy writing from 50 years of journals. You need to teach. Not harass. Some of your comments. I learn from. I do not use ” Whisper” no-more. I need an editor. I have two books needing an editor and six stories. I have no time to edit. I free-flow when I write. I go back later to edit. I like negative comments. I am old and I am still learning.
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No, you are infringing copyrighted materials. We have already highlighted all the things you have taken from my author’s source material.
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Sure. Someone writes like me. Again. You need to spend your time on better things. Have a great night and I have 2500 poems and stories published. Boring tale about an old soldier life. When I am dead. Just another forgotten writer.
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Self-pity won’t save you. You have been copying my author’s work for two years now non-stop and not once have you cited or credit the author.
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Harassing? You are the one who started this one. Now, you’re playing the victim.
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For more works like this, check out the writer ERWINISM whose blog is heavily copied by John Coyote.
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Thanks Grey
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