Gypsy lovers and Irish morning coffee.
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading
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Would you? Could you?
Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men… Continue reading
A safe place to go. And a lovely Alisa Fineman song.
A safe place to go. I’m dreaming of Big Sur andI’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine.The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading
The song of love.
The Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
Lilac wine and a lovely Sophia wonderful song.
Lilac wine. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my summer… Continue reading
Poetry, writing and history.
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
Resemble love.
(Nothing as sexy, as a woman can play a game of chess.) Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect… Continue reading
Damn you dear Kelly.
Damn you my beautiful Kelly.. 1- He loved her so andhe yearned to look into her dark wild eyes.And he knew.She was a forbidden love,so damn close and so damn far away.He patiently… Continue reading
Drink before the war.
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’.Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst that… Continue reading
The Lakeside boardwalk.
The lakeside boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel… Continue reading