Tag Archive: Relationships

I didn’t know..

I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading →

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We had the month of May, once..

We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading →

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I believed in forever once..

One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted a voyage… Continue reading →

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Break me.. Love had showed me madness..

Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life  can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading →

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Some beautiful Jessi Colter songs and some words.

Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder, a kind face,… Continue reading →

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You are my Spring blessing..

Steve  Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing… Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the… Continue reading →

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The black roses..

Black roses.. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down,  like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading →

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Song of love..

Song of loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                                 Song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The… Continue reading →

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Lilac wine…

Lilac wine —She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. —- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red,… Continue reading →

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My midnight dancer..

My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading →

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