Monthly Archive: February, 2018

Please read and enjoy.

My gift to you My gift to you Tempered in the Fires of our lust, Wrought against the Anvil of our passion. Naked hands Blister as fingers Curl around The glowing haft. Blade held… Continue reading

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‘A dance with death’

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

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‘One people’

One people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible? War would end… Continue reading

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Damn those eyes’

  Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading

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Forget me not’

    Forget me not I dreamed of you. I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed… Continue reading

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Miss nothing, miss everything’

  Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain… Continue reading

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She’s crazy

  She’s crazy I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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‘The weeping willow’

  The weeping willow Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had… Continue reading

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Dirty little secrets

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading

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