Tag Archive: Romance

Kisses in the dark. A Oscar Wilde poem and a beautiful Imany song.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a… Continue reading

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Blame not the kiss. And a beautiful Imany song.

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 face.Words… Continue reading

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Sacrificial meal..

Sacrificial meal… She was a tall, long legged Texas girl.  She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading

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Remember to forget.. Part two.

“I like the way your nametastes in my mouth.” Green Remember to forget… 1- Regards to a old memory. Once your name, made me smile. Once your sweet voice. Made me know joy.… Continue reading

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Remember to forget..

Remember to forget.. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till you are… Continue reading

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Morning glory and a amazing Cat Steven song.

Morning gloryA Poem by Coyote Poetry  “Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. “                                Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and… Continue reading

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The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not..

The irony of  a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not?  She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading

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Texas nights…

Texas nights. I arrived in Austin, Texas at six pm. Happy hour till nine. The one handed bartender Ted asked me. Hello Johnnie, is it a Long Island ice tea night? I smiled… 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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A letter from Michigan…

(Johnnie in Germany in 1979.) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade… Continue reading

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