Tag Archive: Romance

I love you.

Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today  I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading

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Lovely Liz and an amazing Marion Hill song.

Lovely Liz. With pen and paper, I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.  We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading

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I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.

I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl and a Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the… Continue reading

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One more cup of coffee and a Big Sur story.

One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading

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Maggie Elizabeth. And an amazing Rod Stewart song.

Dear Maggie.. She was my sea dancer; she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and trying to… Continue reading

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The madness, we knew.

The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some Big Sur poetry.  The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading

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Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.

Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much.                                 Don’t look for things you don’t want to find….. Old… Continue reading

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Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading

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The poet’s wisp.

The poet’s wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read yearly… Continue reading

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Holy as love.

A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading

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