Tag Archive: Blond

Ribbons and gold

Ribbons and gold. Once I plunged into work and making money. I was led by the natural order of life. Working till one day I was truly alone. Ribbons and bows in a… Continue reading

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Show me the way to love.

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Continue reading

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My lady

My lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem written by a sad heart. My lady My lady , I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.So long since our lips… Continue reading

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Show me the way to love.

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dances  in my head.   Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how… Continue reading

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Stay with me

Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me    I… Continue reading

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Stay with me.

Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me  I sipped… Continue reading

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I don’t remember if i told

I don’t remember if I told you. I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are? I have allowed so many things to blind me. Stagnant life and confusion led me… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading

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