A letter…

A letter for you dear Lilia   I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand… Continue reading

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Pièce de Résistance

Originally posted on The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom:
***This is a continuation of Expunged Love and  Queenly Insanity ***** Dead eyes stare forward tears long since departed resentment settled…

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Humble and kind…

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading

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At peace at last…

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at last… Continue reading

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Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams     A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading

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A memory, a story…

A memory, a story. ———————————————————–                           Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading

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The Spring song…

 The Spring song I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and my verbal poetry.

Dead flowers   I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your… Continue reading

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When the war is over…

  When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness.… Continue reading

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The cursed lullaby..

The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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