Day: June 11, 2020

Dirty little secrets…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

 Dirty little secrets
I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I was the dancing moon, whispering words of love to you as we passed in the night. I was told fire and water cannot be mixed. One shall die.
Love can be sweet, love can be bitter. Can sleeping mind and heart be reborn? Lovers confess on paper things they need and want. Sweet wishes can be turned into dirty little secrets.
A chameleon life are we? Inner wishes becoming lies and wishing well whispers. I know people need face to face. Need to color the empty places with a canvas of long walks, beautiful places and showing real face.
Real face. Few we allow in to see. I wonder what do you dream about? I want to know what makes you smile and laugh? Hard to unlock doors closed…

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Dear Autumn Christine..

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Dear Autumn Christine

I remember when I saw you standing alone and I went to you.
I told you. You are so damn beautiful. Please talk to me.

You laughed at my words and you asked me. Are you using trickery dear Johnnie?
I don’t feel beautiful.

I whispered. Dear Autumn Christine. You have laughter and the eyes of a angel.
You made me wish to know you,
for us to dance and talk.
I want some gin and juice, slow dances and long kisses.
I want hot coffee and to see you at six am,
without make-up and with real face.

Your eyes goes serious and you asked.
No-one know what I saw and done.
I’m like leftover wine,
bitter and accepting alone.

Dear Autumn Christine. You are so damn beautiful to me and
all of us carry scars and regret.
I see the sadness in your eyes and…

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It’s Where Your Compass Leads You

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 4 Comments

Never Silence the Madness

You said you dreamt of it once

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a freckle

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Like a kiss upon her thigh

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It’s where all the roads are traveled

It’s where your compass leads you

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It’s where the time goes

When it flies by

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It winks at you

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like a LANDMARK

To lead you home

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And once you have landed

It’s a lovely place to rest your head upon

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#FOWC “landmark”

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Misty eyes…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Misty eyes

You bathe me with your hazel eyes, your morning misty eyes.

We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east.

I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us forget,

heavenly places where I can rest my head into you lap,

savor the perfume of the Summer flowers of your skin,

lay in the shade of your love.

The blessed days,

we must make last forever.

Dancing Coyote

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Tomorrow ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 1 Comment

Walt's Writings

Tomorrow
An overused word
When are you…
“Tomorrow”
Will you finish soon?
“Tomorrow”
Did you call your Dad?
“Tomorrow”
And the tomorrow becomes today
And you just create
A new tomorrow
Will it ever become done?
Maybe tomorrow
Yesterday would have been
A good day
But tomorrow will be better
But…

What if tomorrow never comes?

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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LiPs

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Valorous Bird

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Lips

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Kritika

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Response to the Tuesday Prompt at the GoDogGo cafe

~ thereluctantpoet

Megha's World

Today’s prompt: Use “beautiful dreamer” in a piece of poetry or prose

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