Molly Malone said…


Molly Malone said.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
" I need a year in London"             

               Molly Malone said.

“Sweet mistress Malone”

I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores to heal. I remember seeing the ivory coast of England and drinking whiskey in Dover waiting for the bus to London.
I fell in love with London, bright lights and friendly people. I found the nearest Pub in the business district.  I drank from noon to six pm. I roamed to Hyde park and I read poetry to a old lady and high school kids with nothing to do. Nightfall came and I sat alone. I brought out my Jack Daniel whiskey and I drank from the bottle. I was feeling…

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Hemingway last dance…


Hemingway last dance

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
" I need a year in Monterey."         

         Hemingway last dance

I returned Monterey in late May of 2016.  I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific stole my heart for the second time.

I found the last bar on the pier in Monterey. I found my Hemingway chair and I ordered a whiskey and a beer for Ernest. I wished I had talked with the great man and the writer. I wondered what was his last words, his first words.

I could hear Hemingway speak. We must live, we must die. He, who wasted life, he will taste great sadness when death come knocking at his door.

Hemingway bled red blood like me, he learned war, women, drinking and how…

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If I could turn back time, I would…


If I could turn back time, I would…..

I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and sweet voice. Hello dearest Johnnie. Are you remembering me tonight? I told her. I was reading your letters tonight and I need you near. Do you miss me, like I miss you?
Brigitte held silence for a minute and she whispered. Come back to me in Germany. I have a apartment near the lake in Böblingen. I have a large bathtub and I need you to wash my hair and read poetry to me. The tub is large and you can join me now. The great ocean isn’t what is separating us. You must be brave, cross the sea and I would keep you warm and safe.
I told her. You saved me so often and I owe…

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The cursed lullaby….


The cursed lullaby…

Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses.

You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante.

Willing to pay the price to touch sweet and tender skin, to make you smile.

I told you often. I want to love you like there is no tomorrow,

I want to love you like we are the only people left.

I want us to divulge each other till we can’t no-more.

Love me once, love me twice, please love me three times.

Make me know softness, make me know hardness,

Allow me to live and die in your eyes.

The cursed lullaby we know.

You and I.

Water and earth.

Need great storms for us to create tale and to know the sweetest kiss.

Old Poet recite to the dying moon.

Love be sweet, love be damned.

I remember you.   …

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Go Dog Go Café

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt: As we near the end of a very long year, it’s important to remind ourselves that our inward health is just as important as our outward health. For this Tuesday, I just want to see how everyone’s…

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A Faded Romantic's Notebook

A pale


wintry sun


the walls

and strokes

the furnishings.

This late

December afternoon

is silent


and still.

Yet with one eye


as if waiting

for something

or someone.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Actually written in another November, not December. Yet it could be today.

Art by Hamish Blakely

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When The Summer Sun Above

Frank Solanki

When the summer sun above
Warned us of a fleeting love
With skin burnt and soul wearied
A fire in my heart I carried
I loved you then

Now a tree has shed her leaves
Instead of tears; she quietly grieves
Some things are meant to be broken
I stand here and watch her unspoken
I love you now

Soon the clouds will turn dark
No more there’ll be a singing lark
When the winter winds come blowin’
I’ll smile at the icy snow well knowin’
I’ll still love you

I loved you then
I love you now
I’ll love you later
I love you for now and for ever

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Honour For The Stolen – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to write including the sentence “I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.” from the poem ‘When we sing of might’ by Kimberly Blaeser.

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Lost – Found/Lost/children

Photo: still shot from the film ‘The Rabbit Proof Fence’ a story of three aboriginal girls forcibly taken from their mothers and placed in a town far away under white control in oder to assimilate them and exploit them. The film is based on the true story as told by author Doris Pilkington who was taken from her mother at three years of age, in her book of the same name. Known as the Stolen Generation, children were forcibly removed over generations between 1884 and 1969.

“In their grief the women asked why their children should be taken form them.” Doris Pilkington ‘The Rabbit Proof…

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