Category Archive: poet

You get, what you deserve…

You get, what you deserve We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked in her eyes.… Continue reading

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter.

 Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading

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Love is a careless child…

Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading

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Pretty Jen…

                            Pretty Jen Was I running toward you or running from you?You were so damn pretty and so confused.I loved… Continue reading

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Like a river and some quotes.

My grandfather told me. What we didn’t do. Haunt our life and dreams…….. ———A happy life is making time for morning coffee talk, long walks on a quiet beach, dancing with someone you… Continue reading

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When a woman smiled…

When an woman smiled… My  heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading

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Would you, could you….

O so sweet, O so soft…. My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you.Would you, could you, love me?… Continue reading

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In the field of perfection….

In the field of perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Perfect place, rarely knowns. In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring… Continue reading

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We need easy days and kind evening my love

 We need easy days and kind evenings my love My pretty lady, my life, my love. The world is hard and we need to be sweet to each other. Too many naysayers and… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day….

A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading

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