Category Archive: muse

Thank you for the dance

Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading

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The lake song

The Lake song I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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My Bonnie girl

My Bonnie gal   I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing.   I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel… Continue reading

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Once, twice and again

Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… 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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“Kiss me tiger”

Teach me tiger   Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting smile… Continue reading

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“Dirty little secrets”

Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember, ” You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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“A safe place, a kind face, maybe?”

A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading

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“Drunk man calling”

Drunk man calling   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.        Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading

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