Category Archive: muse

Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)     Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched       You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for  sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your… Continue reading

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You are my lake Gichigami prayer

(mariareginapittemonteiro) You are my Lake Gichigama prayer     Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading

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Free-falling…

Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve

 We get what we deserve I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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Little wildflower…

Little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days.   I sat… Continue reading

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I was told…

(thekillmanual Been gone for a while. Portrait by Jordan Torri) Tumblr  amazing poet and writer Anna Childs     I was told     The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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Nancy Sinatra song and a poem

The cursed lullaby Once our love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Agnes and I was your willing Hemingway. Willing to pay the… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more…

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?  … 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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