Tag Archive: Poem

The wicked waltz…

 This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose  dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading

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Oh my lover..

Oh my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading

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The raging water…

The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading

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Calmness…

Calmness A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Tire of the angry world.  Calmness… Quiet world, safe world. People talking, solving problems. Peace maker voices, being heard. My wishes to the midnight moon. I want my… Continue reading

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She is free….

She is free… —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific and she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and  she taught me. love should… Continue reading

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Love you more… Some mini-poetry.

Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body.  She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading

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The poison and the whiskey.. Some mini-poetry.

The poison and the whiskey… Some mini-poetry… 1- A empty dress alone on the floor and a pretty flower dances nude for the moon and the stars on the patio. She whispered to… Continue reading

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Dance me to the end of love…

Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading

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The mystic dancer…

 The mystic dancer… Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading

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We are, what we leave behind…

 We are, what we leave behind…. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading

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