Just a dance…

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Just a dance…

We are walking on pins and needles. Once we spoke lover’s words. Now we are strangers, imprisons in self-made hell. Did we love? Do we hate?

We tasted sweet, we tasted bitter. Can love die? Can dead man feel the caress of love kiss again?
Maybe, we were, just dancers, wanting too little, wanting too much?

I want the rain to fall upon us, the rain of memory. Once lovers, once friend. We need to find the place, where the heart needed kiss and embrace.

Are we brave enough? Are the fingerprints of love touch, locked away in a secure safe. Never to be found.
Should I stay? Should I escape from you?

In the windmills of my mind, we danced in the midnight hours and we loved, love.
Are we doomed to accept less? I accept the blame and I wished upon the first star of…

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The stone face man…

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.          

                   Stone face man…

In old New Orleans 1993. I found a quiet bar. The music was playing low and the drinks were cheap.
I sat down near a old man staring at nothing and ordered a shot of Jack Daniel and a cold tapped beer.

I had my combat pay for going to war. I asked the man did he want a drink?
The man with the stone face didn’t answer for a minute. Silence was his friend.
Words had turn useless and he wanted to be left alone. The stone face man turn to
me and told me. Soldier, I take the same that you got. Good whiskey and beer keep us
blinded for a minute.

The bartender brought the drinks. We taps shot glasses…

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I can show you God…

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just thoughts and things to ponder on       

                           I can show you God…

The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew a woman from  Santa Cruz.  We sat together often drinking hot and tasty coffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and dead.

She  told me God is dead and forgotten. We are just people struggling with no place to go or reasons to be alive.

I smiled and pointed to the sea. I told her God is alive. Look at the dancing sea. The sun above us. Gifts for us from God. God isn’t our master or guide. Life is for us to decide. She looked frustrated and asked. Don’t God support to protect and save us? Look at this world. War, murder, violence and dead-ends.

I requested her to travel with me…

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What Do I Do W You

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Crocus Flower.. Photo By: Madamchryzl

I could…

Maybe cut you into a few pieces and shove you in a box…

Even for me…

That’s rather unorthodox…

I could…

Write your name across my chest like a jail house tat…

Giggle, I wouldn’t do that…

Or…

I could have portrait of your smile painted across my ceilings…

Mmmm…

I don’t think that’s proper allocation of my feelings…

Perhaps…

I will start my snipping the strings that connect…

I can…

Leave your memory in a place that harder to recollect…

On a mountain, or tossed in a bayou…

O FUN…

A trip to New Orleans, are you in the mood for a little voodoo…

Nah, that won’t do…

I suppose…

I could go to confession…

That wouldn’t work either…

For then my charge might be deeper than possession…

I KNOW…

I will hide you in my garden, and you can help my…

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Wednesday Song

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Wednesday Song-James Carr-Love Attack

🖤I have always felt that James Carr was sadly over looked in his time… Enjoy. 🖤

Now here I am
With this pain in my heart now
I got a sweet little woman
Took my heart and
She tore it apart

I tried not to show it
But it just ain’t no use

It’s just like holding on
To a hot rod now, baby
I can’t turn it loose now

I just had a love attack
Lord, I just had a love attack

Now my love life was nothing
In fact, it was a blank
Until you came along, ooh wee
You put a little tiger in my tank

Can’t you see you got me
Helpless right now, baby
Laid down on my back

You see I’m down, baby
Oh down, down from a love attack

I’ve had the mumps and the measles
Lord, I had…

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Life is a Mystery

My Inspired Life

We have all heard the phrase, “six degrees of separation,” but sometimes God/Divinity sprinkles a little extra sparkle on the moment or situation. Let me explain. Last night I struck up a conversation with a stranger and a few questions into our conversation I discovered she knows my all-time favorite teacher who I have searched for, to no avail. I also discovered the reason for my failure to find my favorite teacher… she remarried years ago and has had a different last name since. When I learned this news, time stopped and the tears started. Unbelievable, but not. I made note of the name change, then gave the stranger my card to pass on to my former teacher and hope to connect with her soon. With more joyful tears, of course. I wrote about this teacher, Ms. Bergquist, in a former post, “Thank You for Caring, Teacher” What…

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Angle of truth

Hidden Tests

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BOOK COVER and Preorder for my Debut Full length Poetry Collection ” My Body Lives Like a Threat” by FlowerSong Press, 2021

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BOOK COVER and BOOK LISTING FOR THE DEBUT POETRY FULL-LENGTH “MY BODY LIVES LIKE A THREAT”

On the auspicious occasion of #Diwali ( The Festival of Lights) I’m thrilled to share the #bookcover and the preorder link for my #debut#fulllength#poetrycolleciton “My Body Lives Like a Threat” by FlowerSong Press

They say it takes a village to raise a child and that’s seemingly true for an artist’s survival and growth too. It took a lot of people, readers, poets, mentors, and readers from the literary community that brought the dream of this little poet to fruition.

I’m immensely thankful to my advanced readers for giving their time and dedication for this debut full length of mine.

Heartfelt gratitude to Maria Lisella, Candice Louisa, Anne CaseyMelissa Studdard . Lucinda J Clark, Jacques Armstrong, Pramila Venkateswaran, Rescue Poetix for their belief in my work and their…

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