Isabella, dear Isabella…

Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading →

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Naming Grief

Originally posted on The Wild Heart of Life:
How do you talk about a sunset, without sounding like every conversation about sunsets? At the market, the checker she says, The sunset is beautiful—I…

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Misfit

Originally posted on Leila Samarrai:
It would be romantic… to imagine… I was an unusual personality In which two opposing cultures, religions, Traditions were united, In the collision of the East and the…

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Lilac wine…

Lilac wine —————————————————————————————–She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red,… Continue reading →

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The prettiest gal in town…

The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. The prettiest gal in town…. She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she always carry a smile… Continue reading →

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You are my story….

 You are my story Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light,  I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading →

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The parting glass…….

The parting glass…. Last year, the greatest man I ever know. My father Jack. Died on 29 January 2020.96 year, he was.Was a WW2 veteran, fought in the battles of Germany. He was… Continue reading →

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A Neil Diamond song an some words.

You don’t bring me flowers anymore….. Please kiss me once, please kiss me twice. Make me believe love is still alive and so sweet. Once we were Winter lovers, Spring wishy washy dreamers… Continue reading →

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Young men dream and old men wish…

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote PoetryAge make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                         Young men dream and old men wish…. I knew… Continue reading →

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My Lady (Written in 1982)

(Big Sur, California rocks.) (Basel, Switzerland, 1978)     My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be… Continue reading →

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