Ride’

Ride   True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light. Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions.   I want the sea,… Continue reading →

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Midnight confession’

  Midnight confessions.   Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your… Continue reading →

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The song of the living’

  The song of the living     The song of the living, the song of the dead   Songs sung to celebrate life and death.   I knew a Scotland beauty. She… Continue reading →

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Please listen to the great song and some poetry.

Play with me   Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your panties and bra to 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… Continue reading →

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‘Besamos mucho

Besamos mucho   Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading →

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‘The portrait of you

The portrait of you   Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello… Continue reading →

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The shadows are dancing

The shadows are dancing   She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead. Your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading →

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For love or the reminder of

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How shall I describe her? She is feral one day her ego fills the room like helium all the plates and cups and saucers wobble for the enlargement of…

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Drink of me, my dear lover

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.   Drink of me my dear lover   I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people… Continue reading →

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