Tag Archive: Romance

A solace and a blessing..

A solace and a blessing….    . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and  tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were shattered… Continue reading

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Some poetry for love…

Some poetry for love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to change my flow of thoughts.  Some poetry for love.. He adored her Summer bonnet of blue, he adored her flowing ginger hair. He… Continue reading

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Just some thoughts about you..

1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your  sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes.                        2- SecretsI want… Continue reading

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So beautiful…

So beautiful.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry. Good dreams.  So Beautiful..                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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A million stars to see my lover..

A million stars to see my lover.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side.  (Live fast. Died young. Be wild.… Continue reading

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Jazzy Saturday and some poetry.

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The altar of a kind love…

The altar of a kind love.. Starry nights and the warm summer daysallowed two lovers to be ravished by sweet kissesand long embraces by the light of the sun and the full moon.… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach…

I told her yes and I love you, my Peggy. I will be with you on Thursday. I have five days to spend with you. I don’t report to Fort Hood till the… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love.

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.                        The twisted dance of love..                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading

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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 do. Damn… Continue reading

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