Poetry- Love, passion and meaning…

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Poetry-love, passion and meaning.

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings

“One should always be drunk. That’s all that…

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in every dream..

12am heels

Sierra Eagleson song a poem.

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The cold night whispered

The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone.

Once  great love turn indifferent and

our love true turn to fathom dreams.

We spoke careless words,

maybe true, maybe not?

Maybe we were grasping at a miracle?

I told the rain,

love died slowly and badly.

I longed for her near,

I longed to hear her heartbeat and her song.

My songbird,

we knew rhyme and song and now,

we know we could bleed.

The cold night whispered to me,

the abyss of love dance,

just great storms we shall know.

Now crimson love touches and

silent goodbyes,

Leave us praying for more.

Now I sit by the sea,

drinking the whiskey and remembering you.

Do you remember me?

                      Dancing Coyote

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The fragrant of love…

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   The fragrant of love

I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you.

I need you, I need you.

I kissed your face and I kissed your hands.

Your skin is glistering from the lights of the soft candles burning near and

I whispered to wanting ears.

Winter is almost gone and the warm days of Spring are here.

Kind lady, you are my ambrosia.

You are my wild Gypsy’s dream and

you are my love curse.

When I see you and when I hear your voice.

You make the sane man become drunk in love.

Love should be a free and  wild river where emotions run unshackled and free.

If the kiss too sweet, if the words are too needed.

What shall we become?

I love you, I love you.

I want your skin against my skin and I need to feel the …

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Did I ever love you…

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 Did I ever love you?….

Dying,
lying,
needing,
Bleeding.

Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.

Love is just myth and tale,
love is lesson and pain.
Love is knowing how far we can go into the depth of willingness.
The willingness to open closed doors to yesterday pain.

The red hair beauty looked at me and she whispered.

Do you want misery?
If we learn to yearn for fingers, hands and kisses against willing fresh.
If we open locked doors and submit to heartfelt wishes and hope.
Is misery the final place we shall know.

Love demand payment,
love is costly and so damn sweet when alive and near.
Dear lover. I miss our memory.
I need our memory.
I need you near even if you are broken.

She finished reading and she told the listeners…

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A million stars to see my lover…

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side.
(Live fast. Died young. Be wild. Have fun.   Lana Del Rey.)

                    A million stars to see my sweet lover

The sounds of the tropical forest is near.
small shack hidden in the back of a lonely mountain, we are hiding out in..
The tropical night heat leave us hot and free of blankets.
The mosquito net is around us and
protecting us from the bugs of the night.

Pretty dark eyes beauty whispered to me.
“We drank too much rum. The night is long. Look at the million stars above us.
So many we cannot count. What do two strangers do in the midnight hours?
Do we get up and dance or…

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She wore flowers in her hair…

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A re-write 

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 was beautiful.

The bus picked me up in Stuttgart at 7am.
It was a four hour drive to the city of Vienna.
A young girl sat with me.
She offered me her hand and she told me her name was Clara.
A Colonel daughter looking for a adventure.
I told I was Johnnie and wanted to see the old city and drink some good wine.

She smiled and with a reassuring smile. She told me.
“This is good, been a long time since I raised cane and had some fun.”
She took my poetry book and begin to read.

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Spring Dream

Charmed Chaos

Nasturtiums in My Garden- Mesa, AZ

Spring dream
fervent new buds
blossoming after rain
riotous colors bursting forth
raindrop
drenched emerald green leaves capture
swirling pools of water
for garden snails
to sip

Author’s Note: Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Synonyms only and the words are Eager and Hope. I used ‘fervent’ for eager and ‘dream’ for hope. The form is a butterfly Cinquain.

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Run Away With Me- Michael Erickson

Go Dog Go Café

Wish to run away with me,

To where nothing matters at all.

At the end of the world will we find,

A bit of peace and serenity.

I long for dusty roads,

And sun baked wood.

I want to feel a dry heat upon my skin,

And rest beneath the cool hissing shade of a poplar tree.

Kiss me with sage and cinnamon upon your lips,

As we bath our feet in a quick running spring.

Watch as jackrabbits dance between brush,

While cattle low and horses peace.

Run away with me into a wide open sunset,

Beneath a dark ceiling of stars.

Run away with this wish,

To find out what matters.

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Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry…

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