Was a Spring flower.
Was a Spring flower. Was a Spring flower,so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower,that reached for the sky.The sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the wind andthe… Continue reading
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You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life. Please lady blue, hold my hand, please give me warm and gentle kisses with the midnight night moon above us. Let’s walk together near the sea,… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The loveliest woman in town.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
I tried to memorize her face.
I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay. She adored band… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering dear Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
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 and the… Continue reading
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover.
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover. Once I knew wanderlust,I wanted to swim in the seven seas,I wanted to find sacred places in our world,I wanted to dance in the clouds with… Continue reading
Pretty wishes.
Pretty wishes. 1- I knew love once, I held love once, I remember her perfect face. I ran away from her and today. I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie. she told me.… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day and a poem. Memory of my mother.
Memory of my mother. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in honor of strong… Continue reading