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The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge…. The long Winter made us wish for dear April. The agony of the cold days, snow and icy days made us… Read more
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Like this… 1- When someone ask you. What do you need? Touch their face, hold their hands. Like this. 2- When someone ask you. Do you hate Winter? Open the curtains, show them the quiet day, show them the un-walked snow. like this. 3. When someone ask you for a kiss. Bring their face close… Read more
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Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia Beach Sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
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Wild horses. Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind. Once I knew, the open range. Today I seek the wild eyes and the free voices. Please dear Andrea, show me the free range, please show me, I can be free and please take me to the days of freedom. You told… Read more
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If you go away on a summer day. 1- Once we loved the Wisconsin wild river,and we sought quiet places to hold hands and I would steal kisses. We adored the torrent water, and we tried to follow the river, to secret places where lovers could dance nude with the sun in view. I remember… Read more
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Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He told me. Son. I killed and I killed. I melted down three machine guns barrels. I saw body on body of the… Read more
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You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold; her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the lucky. 2- I told the people near me. Big mouth, no guts. Liars, create of ugliness, we do not need these men… Read more
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The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished and forgotten places. The flight of love.. (Love is like a garden. You must plant the love. You must water and… Read more
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Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the real value of life to most. How many toys do you need? Where is the coffee time and long conversations? Cell phones and computers make us forget the human touch,the human voice. Is real… Read more
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