Category Archive: Poetry and story

A beautiful day, a wonderful night

A beautiful day, a wonderful night     (Kosinski- “We are here in the company of death.”)     The raven hair beauty, she danced with the evening shadows. The sun and moon, were… Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses…

 Rose colored glasses My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved. We were just… 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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You are my lake Gichigami prayer

(mariareginapittemonteiro) You are my Lake Gichigama prayer     Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading

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Free-falling…

Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading

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For Joan

Dear Joan   Thank you dear lady of kindness, lady of peace. Beautiful and kind Joan Baez. You stood for love, today and yesterday. I love your face of today and of yesterday.… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve

 We get what we deserve I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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Drink of me my dear lover…

“Drink of me my dear lover” A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write Drink of me my dear lover A Story byCoyote Poetry More Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover  … Continue reading

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You are my Spring blessing

(Steve  Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing     Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds… Continue reading

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A wild bird…

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you, I need you. But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I won’t… Continue reading

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