Tag Archive: love

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Misty eyes..

Misty eyes.. You bathe me with your hazel eyes, your morning misty eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day,… Continue reading →

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Payment due..

Payment due.. The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my training at Fort Lee, Virginia. I received my orders, orders issued, sending me direct to Iraq. I took the long way home to… Continue reading →

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Are we beggars for love?

Are we beggars for love? We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading →

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I had a immortal love once..

I had a immortal love once… I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted to do and we didn’t do. Most of us learn too late. Words can… Continue reading →

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Just words for you.. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.

Just words for you….. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses… Continue reading →

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Forever young..

 Forever young… Once I was fearless and brave. Love was life and life was love. I had a strong back and powerful legs. I was going to save my world. Once I wanted… Continue reading →

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I need a wild heart..

Love made me live.. Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is like a song.The rhythmically song take… Continue reading →

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If I knew..

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.    If I knew…  If I knew. I would of … Continue reading →

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Scarborough fair..

Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading →

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Stitches..

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

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