HER EYES

Originally posted on The Reluctant Poet:
By Charles Robert Lindholm Her eyes stare at mine with an intimate contact, with a look that’s ignited a fire, raging in my soul with passions unmistakable…

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THE WAR HAS WON US

Originally posted on ADMIRALSBLOG :
Pretentiously, we embraced lies; words we’ve made ourselves believe. Rather than coating our differences, lets disagree to agree. The victors act as though they never won, deep down, they…

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COME, LET’S HOLD HANDS AND RACE

Originally posted on ADMIRALSBLOG :
There is no place like home, just like the Pope in Rome there is no need to roam the streets because it’s no abode. We have ourselves a place,…

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You are my everything

— You are everything and everything is you Love remembers everything,  I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and… Continue reading →

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“My Muse”

— — My muse You are love and I’m  no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your… Continue reading →

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Together

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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Parable of Celia

Parable of Celia — — A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late… Continue reading →

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My whiskey dreams

                     My whiskey dreams My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of  the empty bottle.The broken pieces… Continue reading →

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Dark days of Texas-Wild buck Jalan

Dark days of Texas- Wild buck Jalan-part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter                                      Dark side of Texas-Wild buck Jalan- part four Wild buck Jalan left old man John drinking alone. … Continue reading →

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Impostor

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
“Little Bird” by Alex Cherry failure lurks in her house of success in cruel beauty of mirrors reflecting her highly made fiction the mind in a bind…

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