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1- Once you were the keeper of my dreams, once we held love, so tightly. Now the sweet dreams seem so far away. 2- She asked me to stay the night. Her eyes so sad and lonely. I told her, what is the payment? She smiled and she told me. Maybe a coffee morning and… Read more
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Dirty wings, we shall have. For dear Susie. 1- I told dear Susie, a nickel for dance, a dime for a kiss, a quarter for a day with you near the flowing river. Pretty Susie gave me her Ohio beautiful smile. She told me. I would give you everything you need because dear Johnnie. You… Read more
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One more cup of coffee. (All we need my friend. Light conversation, a cup of coffee and a friend near.) She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her at Dusk and I brought her coffee… Read more
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The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tired of the useless words spoken to her.Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free mountains.She wants to feel everything and some more now and she told the Pacific Ocean.I don’t want useless words, I want someone to show… Read more
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My masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She creates a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I knew and I wanted. My hazy memory remembers now. I remember us, I remember her. I painted her skin with lotion… Read more
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Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance, and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly that… Read more
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Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not to extinguished pleasures of memories and faces. Young and beautiful faces.Lost in time.Still dance in sweet dreams brought to life by beautiful… Read more
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Swirl me in your mind. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in the midnight hours. You loved the two-hour massage and the songs of Leonard Cohen. You were my Winter California storm, and I was… Read more
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Between two points. (New site and new poetry number two.) 1- You were a warm Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. I didn’t know one kiss; I didn’t know one embrace, and I didn’t know one dance. You would steal my mind and my heart forever. 2- Did I run to you or… 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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