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Pieces of April. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Springtime kisses, our Springtime dances with Lake Michigan. I loved when she was careless and wild.She made me brave and foolish. I called her my wildflower and she called me.Her soldier… Read more
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Begin and ends with you. (Finally, a new poem.) Once upon a time, I held a beautiful Scottish gal. She had gorgeous golden-brown eyes and she was so kind. We had Spring and we had the days of Summer. We didn’t know. The promises of love can be broken by the chaos of life. Once… Read more
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I remember you. You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty and you painted my world to a more beautiful place. Made my anger and disappointment fade away. Your taught me. I was going to be okay. You called me, dear and honey. You were my old… Read more
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Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 1- Just dance. Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of your perfume. Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild places. 2- Just move with the music. The moon is large and the night is… Read more
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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I knew your face. You read poetry ugliness of love, the ugliness of life at the Tuesday poetry reading at the coffee shop… Read more
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Dance me to the end of love. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two lover find the midnight dance and the gift of the sweet kiss. Forbidden love leave two people,… Read more
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I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was young. A pretty Scottish gal sat with me and she asked. What are you doing in Pennan, Aberdeenshire. Drinking alone? I looked… Read more
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The lady in the black dress A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe never forget those hurricanes we had learn to adore The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered days. Hope gone… Read more
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Sway. The Poet’s wishes. Always sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s prayer and wishes for the waiting poet. He watched her. Her black dress cut down to her knees allowing his eyes to… Read more
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Kiss me and say hello. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so. Now the deep Jazz songs make me remember once, I loved “love.” Now I loved the dark Jazz bars, now I love… Read more
