Category Archive: Leonard Cohen

If it be your will…

If it be your will   I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her.  I… Continue reading

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The ashes and the wood

 The ashes and the fire My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading

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Thank you for the dance

Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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Rear-end of a so-call love.

Rear-end of a so-call love   She poured the tequila and she told me I was the only one. I whispered to her, to the only one I’m holding tonight and I kissed… Continue reading

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Please drink of me, my love

  Please 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… Continue reading

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Remember Leonard Cohen, some poetry

   Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a… Continue reading

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It it be, your will

  If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading

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The willow tree

The willow trees   Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.   The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading

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