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She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.” She wore flowers in her hair. I have descended to scattered dreams, and I lost my place in life. I decide a trip was needed. I was told in Vienna. The wine was sweet and the city… Read more
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(Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Johnnie and Daniela in 1979.) The heartstrings. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into his eyes. He knew she was playing him like a violin. Her gentle and sweet voice… Read more
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Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more
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I want to get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remembers a beauty. Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him. I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany. He remembered her kind eyes and… Read more
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Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man lost his dreams. Now the fragrance of memories. Remind him. Great dreams don’t die, just become forgotten and in sweet dreams. We… Read more
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One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the tavern. I remember everything. I remember the beautiful faces of the kind women who tried to love me. I remember doing the… Read more
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September. I told her on a late September day in Germany. Old earth is going to sleep for a while, the days are getting colder and the days are getting shorter. Please Daniela, stay with me till the days of Fall and Winter is gone. In the cooler day of September and October, we learn… Read more
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The pretty thing, the dangerous things. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and we wanted the open road, kisses and good whiskey. I remember you intoxicated my mind, making me believe I could know happiness.… Read more
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Haunted places and haunted memories. I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I learn in old age. When we are young, the illusion of love can be forever. We learn to accept the shadows of love kisses and the dark mirrors of things… Read more
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1- Was a sweet dream once. Prettiest gal I ever known. Befriended me and I adored her. I didn’t learn yet. Never love a broken-hearted woman. A locked-up heart cannot be opened till she forgives herself. A cold hearted can stay frozen till time steal the pain away. 2- You can share whiskey; you can… Read more
