Tag Archive: Travel

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Isabella, dear Isabella..

Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading →

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The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.

The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading →

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I followed you and you followed me..

 I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading →

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The Bacchus wine..

The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading →

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Scarborough fair.

Scarborough fair… I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading →

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Beautiful Laura sat by the sea..

Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.”                         Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading →

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

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

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Almost home. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.

Almost home Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… 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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Port Austin, Michigan. A poem, some photos and a prayer.

Port Austin.. Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading →

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