Daily Archive: September 30, 2017

“Turn, turn, turn”

Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be my lover and I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading

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Enough (Weekly Prompt #5)

Originally posted on My Screaming Twenties:
I wished for a mountain with a babbling brook a rock to climb and a moment of calm, where love, cannot touch you except the swelling of…

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The tango lullaby

Tango lullaby Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had her… Continue reading

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The night is young(Great music and dance)

The night is young and the night is long, my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words. The night is young and the night is long, my love I saw you perfect… Continue reading

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“Don’t pray for dead men. Pray for the live ones”

Don’t pray for dead men. Pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to… Continue reading

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“Hell-bend highway”

  Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey… Continue reading

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