I don’t remember how you looked…

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine…

Sweet red wine… It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late Summer day.The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading

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Bang, Bang and beautiful Lana.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading

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Runaway Mermaid

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She ran off to the shoreThe mermaid, who once swamUnder the ocean, till the dayShe got stabbed by her own clan. Desperate to live, she turned to…

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HeLp Me

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in my own body i am a hostage forever? will i ever be free? “never” i have lost all of my control? there is a girl inside of me…

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Beautiful Marcella sat by the sea

Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.                         Beautiful Marcella sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading

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A million stars to see my lover…

A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryAll of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be wild. Have… Continue reading

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Rear-end of a so-call love…

Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime little is better than none.  Rear-end of a so-call love…. She poured the tequila andshe told me I’m the only one. I whispered..To the… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | you enjoy watching me (44a)

Please read the amazing poetry.

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Please show me your real face…

 Please show me who you are… (September poetry number five) I told you. I am the fortunate one. You allowed me to see you happy, see you sad. I know woman are filled… Continue reading

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