Category Archive: poetry

Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding… And beautiful Mary

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading

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My father’s mind and a Mary Gathier song.

My father’s mind If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few time when the rum was aplenty. Who will be… Continue reading

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Brigitte and a beautiful song.

Beautiful is the night, wonderful is the day. Dear Brigitte. You make my mind come alive again and my heart hopeful.                         … Continue reading

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Tree of Immortality

Originally posted on You Lil Dickens:
A Tree I am Small but strong My branches bend in the wind They sway rustling a soulful song These roots run deep My leaves sometimes fall…

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Torn angel…

Torn Angel…. My  broken Angel.Please smile for me.Stay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | 7 VERSES (301)

Please read the outstanding poetry.

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You are always on my mind…

You are always on my mind A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome people we cannot forget.                                You will always be on my mind… The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear… Continue reading

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Dear Autumn Christine…

 Dear Autumn Christine… I remember when I saw you standing alone and I went to you.I told you. You are so damn beautiful. Please talk to me. You laughed at my words and… Continue reading

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If I ever forget I love you…

If you ever forget I love you… The sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was forever.. The fainting sun on… Continue reading

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Veronica..

Veronica.. I remembered you, dear Veronica. A lovely German gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading

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