Tag Archive: love

I want to fall in love again..

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The stranger song and a Leonard Cohen song.

The  stranger  song.. Pretty lady  asked  her old lover.  When did we become strangers?Once  we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sat together.  Her eyes had died and  her… Continue reading →

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Hands of stone..

Hands of stone.. Life is hard. Gentleness is rare. We must work and work to keep up. My hands are tire and body holding pain, but  life is fair my friends. Love make… Continue reading →

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The lover. A soldier prayer..

The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.                       The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead… Continue reading →

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Jealous of the angels. And a beautiful Jenn Bostic song.

Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For my father Jack.  Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading →

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Old love..

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading →

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Blue eyes..

Blue eyes (Written in 1981) A blue eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her… Continue reading →

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My dearest muse..

My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading →

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I try to remember..

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading →

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A Leonard Cohen night and some poetry.

If it be your will Once I sought death kiss, a loaded 30-30 rifle and Johnnie Walker prayers, was my sanctuary of a hellish ending. I locked the door, I played the Jim… Continue reading →

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