He remembered love..
“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered loveOld man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
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Dear Monterey..
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
Remembering Marianne Faithfull and a poem.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Understandable
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
Sing me a lullaby..
Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have known, the… Continue reading
Vaya con dios..
Vaya con dios.. Song, sin and gin.not enough to forget you.We said goodbye and I learn, I was alone. ——————————————————– I have pretty pictures,warm memories andI don’t have you. ———————————————————- Vaya con dios,maybe… Continue reading
The fragrance of time..
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
A million kisses..
A million kisses.. She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a million kisses dear Bridgette. She laughed and she asked. Why so many? I told her,… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden..
(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark… Continue reading
You are my Springtime…
You are my Spring time… Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading