Day: June 18, 2021

You can’t always get what you want…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

 You can’t always get what you want…

Johnnie and Suzanna were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna sitting together at the Irish Pub on the Monterey pier. She was a long-time poet friend trying to change my mind about love and life.

She was a auburn beauty, long-legged, tanned and she had fierce brown eyes. We met every Thursday for a year and a half. Ladies night at the Irish Pub every Thursday. Two-dollar mix drinks for the ladies and two-dollar Long Island ice teas till nine for the men. The great drinkers, dreamers and lonely folks gathered looking for some conversation and some company.

Suzanna , she told me. Love is just myth and tale. Yesterday memories and faces are gone. The old memories, just added weight to be carry and to…

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The weeping willow.

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

 The weeping willow….

Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.

Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten the days and night of bliss and passion filled nights.

In a deadly silence, I do pray. I pray for the sleeping flower to come alive again.

“We Poets in our youth begin with gladness, but there of in the end despondency and madness” Wordworth

Now bereft memory seek things disappeared in the lost and found.

Maybe love support to die?

Whence love came will love fall, once whispered a ancient Poet.

I sit by the weeping willow, praying to Lake St. Clair for understanding.

Now blind thoughts leave the heart bleeding . Maybe forbidden love is the foretold place for the yearning heart.

I told the weeping willow. Love alive is better than love dead.

Maybe…

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My Joan of Arc…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

 My Joan of Arc…

She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to anyone. I used to pray for perfect life. Now I pray to keep death away and find reasons to live.

She was my leather and lace. She was my black in heart beauty. I told her. No perfect life my dear love. All of us had sins and create pain and hell. No perfect soul. I have begged for mercy in the fire of love and I had ran from true salvation. You cannot repair the deeds of foolishness.

She laughed at my words and she came close to me. Whispered. “I use to pray for someone like you. Someone who would accept my scars and my heavy weight of regret. But, dead hearts and blind eyes…

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My sugar and spice…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

  Sugar and spice….

You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.

I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?

You gave me a dangerous smile and you told me. I want a lullaby with the fragrance of temptation and some seduction.

-Sugar and spice-

You are. Winter pale skin and valleys of soft and tender places needing my attention and care.

I told you my love. You are my sugar and spice in a life needing gentle kiss and warm embrace.

You are my Crown Royal whiskey on a cold Winter evening and hot coffee at the beginning of my day.

I have loved you since the day we met and you wrote into my journal.

You told me, sugar and spice, and everything nice. Dear Johnnie is wonderful. Please write me a lullaby with a happy…

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Tales

~ thereluctantpoet

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Hidden behind the arid drape of dried tears lie tales of yearnings from yore, some told, and a few to behold

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Celebration

~ thereluctantpoet

Keep it alive

Eugenia is the host of Eugi’s Causerie

Your Weekly Prompt –Celebration – June 17, 2021.

♾♾♾

A very happy birthday to you Eugenia! Hope you had a blast. 

Throw a party and celebrate life

It’s a one way ride, enjoy it to the full

Each day that we are alive, is a cause of celebration

Our hopes and aspirations, dreams and goals

All weave a tapestry, colorful and bright 

Like the starburst of brilliant nova, illuminate the world

Be someone they remember as a kind, generous being 

Live and celebrate life everyday

♾♾♾

#Keepitalive

#EugisCauserie

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Thank you so much!!

~ thereluctantpoet

The Shared Pen

I started this blog in March 2021 to post the poems I wrote and to express my views, and to be honest I never thought people would actually read those.

In fact, I was elated when I received 10 likes and a comment on my first post.

Now, I got this notification of 1000 likes and 150 followers; and I am quite thankful for the support.

Although, this might be just next to nothing for most of you here😅 but it feels like an achievement to me.

Looking at the other socia media platforms I anticipated that I might face some criticism and hate but y’all are actually quite sweet and polite. WordPress is like a family I never had.

Thank you again for all the support and wonderful views.

Next post on Sunday!

LOVE LOVE❤️

K.

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Thank you so much!!

~ thereluctantpoet

The Shared Pen

I started this blog in March 2021 to post the poems I wrote and to express my views, and to be honest I never thought people would actually read those.

In fact, I was elated when I received 10 likes and a comment on my first post.

Now, I got this notification of 1000 likes and 150 followers; and I am quite thankful for the support.

Although, this might be just next to nothing for most of you here😅 but it feels like an achievement to me.

Looking at the other socia media platforms I anticipated that I might face some criticism and hate but y’all are actually quite sweet and polite. WordPress is like a family I never had.

Thank you again for all the support and wonderful views.

Next post on Sunday!

LOVE LOVE❤️

K.

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Heart made of gold

~ thereluctantpoet

Ray

Do you know what it feels like to lose yourself to keep somebody? It feels like a feeling I never want to feel. Like choosing between thunderstorm and earthquake. Everybody knows both are deadly. So when I chose you over me, I was broken. Cutting my wings wouldn’t be my first choice you knew from the first. Yet I let myself burn just to make you loosen up.

Where was my self-love I think now? Was it gone just because of an infatuation so strong? Was I so much intrigued by somebody that my obsession with myself was lost and now I feel guilty about losing myself over someone who wasn’t worthy of me?

I value myself much more than I could have the worth of somebody else. In the mirror when now I see, I see a goddess which was within. Adoring myself as these battles I had with…

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