Daily Archive: October 13, 2021

No take-backs my dear friend…

No take-backs my dear friend… Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading

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The damn road…

The damn road…   It was a  cold Michigan winter day in late December. I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body… Continue reading

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Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies…

Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- The jest of love

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter.                    The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away.

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter two.                                       … Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long island ice tea.

The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one.              The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading

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A Bill Withers Wednesday night.

She was my everything and I told her everyday. Please always love me baby girl. You are my rock, you are the hands, I need to hold. Please dance with me, whisper sweet… Continue reading

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Quách Thoại | The afternoons in Vietnam (15)

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By Quách Thoại, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   The afternoons in Vietnam   I have the surpassed the afternoons The afternoons of the past Always in solitude…

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Quách Thoại | After the house burnt down (13)

Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM:
By Quách Thoại, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   After the house burnt down    What poem should I pen today A poem after the house burnt down…

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