Tag Archive: Online Writing

Pretty wishes. Love waits for no-one.

1- Pretty wishes. I knew love once, I held love once, I remember her perfect face. I ran away from her once and today. I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie. she asked… Continue reading

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Lovely Paloma Faith song and a poem. My great love.

My great love. I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who can… Continue reading

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Am not blue no-more.

Am not blue no-more..A Poem by Coyote Poetry                      Am not blue no-more…”Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die.It not fine to… Continue reading

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The threshold.

The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse.  “The threshold, wide and the appearance inviting.The… Continue reading

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Folly. We shall know.

Folly. We shall know. Dead men don’t weep no more. Stagnant life led to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth. Nothing gains-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall.… Continue reading

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Please don’t make me sad. Don’t make me cry.

Please don’t make me sad. Don’t make me cry. She declared to the almost complete moon. This is a perfect night.We have found sacred place where we can dance and sing to the… Continue reading

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A thousand years. And a beautiful Julia Westlin song.

A thousand years. Where are you,  my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading

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Things lost, things found.

Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading

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A wing and a prayer.

A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading

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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading

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