Tag Archive: love

Would you? Could you? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song. Please listen to her.

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,… Continue reading

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So beautiful.

So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading

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The last stand.

Dear Clinton, Michigan 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- I called you beautiful Jenny and I told her.California coastline is so beautiful.The Monterey… Continue reading

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The rising sun.

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading

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As pretty as a perfect painting.

She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing beautiful eyes, joyful eyes, kind and… Continue reading

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Pretty wishes.

1- I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie.she whispered.What did you do?I love you and you… Continue reading

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kindness and love.

Concern, kindness and love will come back to us. 1- Kindness and love A good life is giving without the need of reward. Listen and ask questions  before your judging. All actions are… Continue reading

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The Coyote spirit.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?? Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon.

The liar’s moon.  The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading

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My Joan of Arc.

My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me, “I need my war face tonight, I rarely show my real face to anyone,… Continue reading

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