Mistress Strength

Originally posted on The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom:
Beseeching eyes pleading do not walk away do not leave me when you promised to stay. Hurling harsh words harmony gone…

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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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“My Joan of Arc”

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading

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“Russian roulette”

Russian roulette Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading

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Am I yours?

Originally posted on Rinum's blog:
I am the taunts of failure the echoes of death I am the breaking of hope the words of a last breath I am the cruelty of…

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“Write on me”

Write on me   The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading

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The gypsy heart

Gypsy heart   Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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“lover, lover, lover”

Burning desire   Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new for us… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading

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