Tag Archive: love

Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading

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A love story

   A love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading

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You are my poetry.

 You are my poetry Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere.

   The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas and some words

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… 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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My Winter love.

My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie, only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading

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One of the great songs and some words.

Dear Angela   Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady. Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight.   All of us are dirty with sin. Few of us are clean… Continue reading

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“You are my poetry”

You are my poetry   Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard.  … Continue reading

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