Monthly Archive: October, 2021

Ballad of Forgotten Places

Originally posted on The happy Quitter!:
My most beautiful hiding places,places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors,are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s…

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The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again.                      The lost and found… I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading

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Drink of me my dear lover…

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

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She told me. Love demand payment….

She told me. Love demand payment….. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading

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Arcobaleno (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Body painting Alla fantasia creatrice di Catherine che dona alla mia vita i colori della sua All’altezza dell’orizzonteche ci separa dal rumore del mondotieni in mano l’arcobalenodelle piccole pozze…

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Drink of me, my love…

  Drink of me, my love…. I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything.… Continue reading

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Coffee, you and me…

 Coffee, you and me…. “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.”    … Continue reading

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The wildflower…

The wildflowers…. Wild flowers and sweet dreams.Dancing nude and free.You were my perfect woman.I was your Bob Dylan.Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world. We would travel to photo the wildflowers… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone…

 Bad to the bones…. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone….

Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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