Tag Archive: Poet

“Blindfolded and weightless”

    Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed… Continue reading

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Soft shoulder and tender lips

                ( Thank you Tumblr   for the photo oskaro) Soft shoulder and tender lips You tempted me. Sitting alone with music playing low. Slowing moving cotton… Continue reading

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“I use to be’

  I used to be A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments. I smile and listen. Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past. Today… Continue reading

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Very good music. The pretty reckless “Taylor Momsen and a poem”

    I will miss nothing You told me I was the only one once. Just whispered fairy tales  to enhance the moment and the need. Naked bodies fought for the hunger of… Continue reading

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Your red hair

Thank you Tumblr  blogger redheads-in-ling   Your red hair I’m lost in the softness of your skin. I want to fall and be twisted into your red hair and stay in bed till noon… Continue reading

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To honor M.L.K Jr. Do a act of kindness.

Remembering Martin Luther King. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be… Continue reading

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“Bless be the lover”

    Bless be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places.  Fugitives… Continue reading

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My red hair lady

  Thank you hierarchical-aes for sharing the artwork.     My red hair lady   I told you, best to keep your distance. Red hair beauties are temptation for my heart. I like the drive… Continue reading

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The embrace

    Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr       The embrace You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume of the spring… Continue reading

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Life can be? “Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading

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