I would steal time, if I could…


I would steal time, if I could for you……

Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time.

If I could, I would steal second, hours and days to be with you. I would never release you.

I didn’t know, you were a beautiful flower in my life, the kindest and sweetest lady, I ever knew.

I was a runner, running from ghosts and demons. And you took me in.

Today the running man, he learn too late. No-one wait for the restless man.

It is too late for me. You have left my world and the longing for you, became just first star wishes and my ocean prayers.

Now the dark poet, write on paper, portraits of softness and wonder.

He told the moon, I love you, I love you, I love you. My Gypsy…

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The daylight fading.


The daylight fading….

Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late into the midnight hours. I remember she left me breathless when she danced bare-ass and she held me, giving me warm and sweet kisses. I didn’t know I would miss her. 

I told the Johnnie Walker whiskey in the Austin Jazz club . I loved sin more than love, I loved the whiskey more than the sweetness of love embrace. I didn’t know. Broken heart ladies don’t forgive all things. The daylight is fading and I prayed to the whiskey. Where are you? Where are you my sweetest days, my Winter blessing, my Spring wish.

I remember in the Winter of 1995. Dear Jayne found me drinking alone. She asked me. Didn’t I tell you to wait…

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Remembering Joey and a poem.


(Dear Joey die of cancer two years ago. Heaven had a Angel and she is missed.)

The waltz of the angels…

I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me.
In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more.

I know in heaven, kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.
Today, old age had found me, feet tire, back hurt and the grandchildren in the yard playing.

I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves. I look to the blue sky, I pray to the warm sun, I hope, I am making you proud.
I miss you and one day soon, at the great dance in paradise. I will waltz with the angels again.

    Dancing  Coyote

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Never more, evermore or nothing more…


 Never more, evermore or nothing more….

She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer till you can bleed again.

Dropping to my knees, I saw her nude, bare and free and I loved her fiery gaze upon my face. I loved the scent of her skin, lavender was the scent of her pale and tender body. I told her. Few, we allow to unfold our skin, curtains and solitude we desire over the light of uncertainness. I can not love, I have never loved my dear lady.

She smiled and she whispered, the misfortune of a life swimming in upheaval, a illusion of standing alone. We believe in whiskey dreams and the crimson lights. We ain’t done till we belong to the soil. She sang a rhythm to me.

“Never more…

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Getting there!

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Well, at last! The three books of the Triad of Albion are now live, in paperback and for Kindle… and illustrated in black and white, which finally takes the printing costs, and therefore the sales price, down to a sensible level. It has been bugging us for years… but we have been so busy writing books, that re-writing, redesigning and re-issuing seemed to slip a bit far down the line.

But there is nothing like a deadline to get you moving. Especially when it appears to be a pretty literal one…

In these first three books, Don and Wen stumble across mysteries in the landscape, following the flight of birds along prehistoric pathways to find strange stories hidden in plain sight upon the walls of mediaeval churches. Doors open through time and vision as the two friends find themselves walking the Living Land with people from the far-distant past.


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Go Dog Go Café

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Use the words “lace” and “leather” any way you wish

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Ever Seeking – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Sarah is hosting Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or a form of the word, swift.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Swift

Photo: A male Swift moth, Wonboyn, NSW, by Paul Whitington

“How is it that moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” Barbara Kingsolver

Ever Seeking

Darting, you seemed aimless,
fluttering, turning, round and
round across the indelicate
soils of mischance in the fading
western light, where once you
sowed havoc in the darkened
layers of life, just a humble
swift moth, ever seeking her
feathered light in the night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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New Day by MwsR

Mws R Writings

Today is , or is not the day

To get done what you had put off

Or maybe to do what you know to do

Today is or is not the day

To be thankful for anything or everything

To shine or dine

Today is or is not the day

To prepare for, work towards

Perhaps to smile or walk a few miles

Stretch or reconnect

Today is or is not the day

To right a wrong, sing a song

Make a meal, say a prayer when you kneel

Examine and re-examine

Today is or is not the day

To worry for nothing or scatter in a hurry

To decorate or excommunicate

To let by gones be bygones

|To correct the wrongs

Today is or is not the day

To just live, go with the flow

Let someone you love know

Take pictures and enjoy

Be sweet and kind instead…

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A Suckers & Dupes & Marks, Oh My Limerick

Poet's Corner

Steve Bannon sees Trump supporters as ‘suckers, dupes and marks’

“It shows these four, sort of, Republican leaders treating the actual Trump supporters, the people who are, you know, who are — the president’s base, as a bunch of suckers and dupes and marks,” he said. “And the contempt with which they apparently treated the actual people who support President Trump is kind of — is one of the more shocking elements of this crime.”

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