Her Gypsy heart..

Her Gypsy heart.. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to discover… Continue reading

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Time after time..

Time after time — The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading

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She requested a poem. I gave her three..

1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading

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The whiskey and the beer song.

The whiskey and the beer song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things.                           The whiskey and the beer song.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we… Continue reading

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You can’t run from yourself..

You can’t run from yourself.. I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading

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My grandfather house..

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading

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I didn’t know..

I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading

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The dream surfer..

The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once..

We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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A lullaby for dear Luna..

A lullaby for dear Luna… Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love.  “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading

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