Day: July 25, 2021

Freedom

~ thereluctantpoet

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The path to freedom might be exhausting but the liberation at the end is worth the pain

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Dilemma

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 1 Comment

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From the corner
of your heart, 
in the crevices
of your gaze, 
and in the quagmire
of your turquoise thoughts 
you watch me, 

and though you desire 
to dwell in the summer rain 
and submerge
in the warmth of the cold sea, 
you refrain

and held your reach, 
making both of us miserable 
and the yearning remain suspended
in the mist of our desirous soul

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The Corrs song and some words.

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Everybody hurts

I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes we must accept pretty lies and lull in new lullabies of hope.” Her sovereign eyes were asking me to stay and go in the same glance.”

Her pretty hazel eyes besieged me and she whispered. “Love divine had turn dirty. The pledge of love seem like the prayers of a fool. I have nothing left to give.  I know only tears and regret.”

I brought her near and  I kissed her forehead and caressed her  flowing auburn hair and I whispered. “Time will make past love become distance love. The thirst for tender caress and kiss will slowly kill the pain of  the loss of love sweet taste. In time, we will accept less. Everybody hurts. The…

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She is free…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

She is free
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She found me at the Pacific,
she taught me how to dance with the sea,
she taught me to love Irish coffee and
she taught me.
love should be easy and free,
a safe please to rest,
not held captive.
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We sang free-bird to the Pacific,
we drank whiskey at Santa Cruz and we danced by the moon lights and the stars.
She was a wild bird, who hated locked doors and closed windows.
She was the prettiest girl I ever seen and I told often.
Thank you dear love, you are honey sweet and so kind.
I appreciate you allowing a free-man to fly with you to the open skies.
You are my blessing and my dearest friend.
                                 Dancing Coyote

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