Do for love…..

 Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me.Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe in the… Continue reading →

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Not Forgotten – #VeteransDay #Remembrance

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. The echoes may fade into solitary hours Graves strewn with commemorative flowers Yet Memory lives in the Heart in the Mind Remembrance not forgotten of Sacrifice that Binds.…

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Love tragedy…

 Love tragedy I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading →

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Joan of Arc…..

Joan of Arc I watched her dance alone.  I loved watching her, her movement of slow and easy and her hips and legs allowing the music to steal her away. Her eyes were… Continue reading →

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Almost love….

 Almost love(Some short poetry)                      I remember you… I remember those eyes. Those dark brown eyes,  so gentle and kind. You made me believe,… Continue reading →

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Angel wings upon her back

  She had Angels wings upon her back…… Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck… Continue reading →

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The waterfall

Waterfall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some words “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert  Waterfall “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night is silence, old heart awry… Continue reading →

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Remember me, remember us…

 Remember me, remember us Pretty lady sat alone by a closed window and she is waiting. She is waiting for a memory.  Once she was deeply in  love and now she know her… Continue reading →

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Say, a prayer for me

  Say a prayer for me Please friend. Whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone. A long time ago. I… Continue reading →

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Lazy Sundays..

Lazy Sundays—- Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays.  We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to free-climb the… Continue reading →

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