Wasted words and lonely nights..


Wasted words and lonely nights.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. “

Wasted words and lonely nights….

I foundher sitting alone in the corner of the bar.

 She  got up and she hugged me. Gave me a simple kiss and

we sat in a strange silence.

I went back in time when the sparkle in her blue eyes could light up the world around her and

I remembered how badly I wanted her.

How I twisted my world backwards just to spend a few moments with her.

My only desire was to kiss her sweet lips and hold her body near.

Now she  sit alone with sad eyes and no Will to love again.

She ask me “WasI still playing the bastard still?”

I didn’t answer. I said too many wasted words on her  and my heart broke every time I thought of…

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Stay with me…


Stay with me

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears."

Please stay with me…

 I sipped my coffee.
I watched the movement of the branches outside my bedroom windows.

 It was a stormy night in Michigan.
Your beautiful nude body laid on the top of the blankets.

 I watched your movement of your body. 
Nightmares seem to steal all your sweet dreams. 

Your body trembles and shake.
 I go to you.
I caressed your  beautiful face.

You wrapped your body around me and
I caressed your back and legs.
Roll my hand through your long blond hair.

 I found you by the lake.
On a beautiful Germany  Summer day.

You walked by me and I could not forget your face.
Your sweet and gentle smile.

 I found you again on a hot August…

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A solace and a blessing…


A solace and a blessing…

(Written in 1979)


The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state.

I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life.

Death and dreams were shattered on eroded roads I can’t remember.

I thought I was born to love.

My sacred love has languished my life.

And the tormented cure is my wrathfuland oblivious soul that is left.

I lay in the sweat of shattered dreams wishing for nothing.

Old friend with tranquil smile asked me to walk with her.

She took me to the youth Hostel on the hill.

I would not look at her too long.

Her great beauty was too much now for me.

I was content to lose my freedom to beer and wine.

She told meI was falling down to hell and a woeful state.

I needed to find a refuge in her for…

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Apr 15/21 – Reflections

Relax, It's all Write

Go where the prompt leads you, and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Please, keep it family friendly.

For the original challenge and rules, please visit, https://amanpan.com/2021/04/15/eugis-weekly-prompt-reflections-april-15-2021/

My Submission:

Brave and beautiful face,

Broad, beguiling smile.

But, broken mirrors reflect the bonafide me;

Beaten, battered, and belittled.

Boisterous bellows, beset from the bowels of my being, beg for a new beginning.

Buyer beware, the beast’s bounty is often backhanded,

Brought by way of a blurred reality.

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Rainforest News #83

Source of Inspiration

Bake chocolate cookies
Share with laughter, joy, and love
Life’s best receipe!


We have forgotten who we are,
Amnesia–memories locked away.
The key has been turned
Open the door and discover you!


Other lifeblood
Connecting to all
Getting, giving, sharing love!


Quote of the Day

“We have the right to be angry, but that does not give us the right to be cruel.”


Pat’s Ponderings

Do our children of today have dreams filled with hope? Yesterday I asked a group of children from an impoverished area of Brazil what was one thing that they could do to make the world a better place? The typical answer was, “Buy a mansion; buy an expensive car.” Are we teaching our children that buying expensive things with the true value of life?


Children’s Wisdom

I love to climb trees, but I’m afraid to come down. Mommy…

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