Tag Archive: Poet

‘Blame not the kiss’

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss   The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading

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‘Just whispers to the Lake Huron”

Just whispers to the Lake Huron You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just… Continue reading

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My Spring prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean. The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago and she made me yearn to be near her and wish… Continue reading

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“First love’

Once, in a sweet memory. A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me, her kind smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978.. The first taste… Continue reading

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‘I need a wild heart’

  I need a wild heart Love made me live   Beautiful woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants, the movement… 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… Continue reading

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He remembered love

“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her… Continue reading

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‘Diamonds and gold’

Diamonds and gold   The rich man life and wish. He loved the value, the greed, the touch and caress of the diamonds and gold. Diamonds and gold gain value and they will… Continue reading

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Mercy me

Mercy me   We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling… Continue reading

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I was condemned

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road… Continue reading

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