Tag Archive: love

We were just men and women.

We were just Men and Women…. 20 soldiers sat and waiting  in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became  polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading

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My kindest memory.

My kindest memory Yes you are, my bests days, my seaside evening dance, my morning wish. The sweetest kisses, I had ever known. Our easy days, our most wonderful nights, I do remember.… Continue reading

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Steal a kiss.

Steal a kiss I would, I should. If I could, I would. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above us. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you.… Continue reading

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The wisp/the kiss, the memory.

The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one.              The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading

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Sway.

Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading

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A Michigan sky above us.

1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading

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The death of love. A lonely lullaby.

The death of love. A lonely lullaby.. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading

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Oh me, oh my.

A lullaby for you. Once we had everything we needed. The Pacific ocean in view, the Irish Pubs with the sea view and we had time to love and dance. I loved your… Continue reading

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Dear Michigan.

I, once I ran from you and now I have found you again.You were once, my Michigan wish and dream.We danced in a un-holy love,hiding real face and our words. Hidden away and… Continue reading

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Mercy, mercy me.

We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.I remember when you… Continue reading

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