Monthly Archive: April, 2020

Captive heart…

Captive heart     Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the… Continue reading

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A bloody Mary…

    A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat… Continue reading

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Dangerous places and beautiful faces…

Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge.                          Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled passion… Continue reading

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Do Something For The First Time !!

Originally posted on IMMORTAL WRITINGS:
Just Go For It !! When was the last time,you did something for the first time?In this busy circle of your lifetime…!!!If you can’t decide of anything,That means…

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Waiting for a miracle…

Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading

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Ecstasy

Amazing and beautiful words by a talented writer.

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Are we lovers or are we liars?

Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river…

 Everyone is a river She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading

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Sarah Kay, Dr. Maya Angelou verbal poetry.

April is here, the flowers are reaching for the sun. The children want to run and play. The days of Spring, the rebirth of life. Time for us to find the energy of… Continue reading

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Bukowski, verbal words.

(Hello my wordpress friends. The quiet days and the lonely streets are here. I am seeking old friends. Bukowski, always make me smile and think. Be safe and create new words, create new… Continue reading

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