Tag Archive: love

Looking for my Agnes.

Looking for my Agnes. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learns. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading

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The beauty and the sea.

The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific Ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading

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For sweet Peggy.

For Sweet Peggy. I found you again in 1992. My war was over and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table when I found… Continue reading

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She told me. Love demand payment.

She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading

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The final place.

One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading

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I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.

I gave my love to you,  my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading

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I want to dance with you.

I want to dance with you. The night is long and the songs are good.You are looking so beautiful, and your eyes are demanding my attention.I whispered to you,I want to get lost… Continue reading

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we are young. We waste the gift of love.       The Karma of Love.       Written on 5 March 1985  I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend.

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.                         … Continue reading

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Please dear Jennifer. Come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading

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