You are my Spring.
A Poem byCoyote Poetry
The days of Spring are near

You told me. I love you and I told you.
I told you. You are my Spring,
born anew and reaching for the sun.
Please allow our love to become like,
A Poem byCoyote Poetry
The days of Spring are near
You told me. I love you and I told you.
I told you. You are my Spring,
born anew and reaching for the sun.
Please allow our love to become like,
Longing, belonging and secrets…
Lover, lover, lover.
Once we loved the long nights,
once the wine tasted sweeter.
Now our longing, belonging and our secrets,
are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.
I told you once,
you were my life,
my will, to live for.
Now we make love like strangers,
our kisses less warm,
our laughter deleted.
Now our longing dispersed in the storm of living,
the belonging of love,
bled-out and never to be awaken.
Our secrets words spoken in the midnight hours,
became just myth and tale in the hidden words in my poetry.
We kissed goodbye on a rainy Spring day and
I took my books with me.
I left you my smiles, my laughter, my heart.
Now old poet sing to the Spring moon,
“where does love go?
why do we destroy the sweetest day,
the kindest nights?
Our we destine to know,
longing…
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Maybe yes, maybe no?…
I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great dreamer, wanting everything and more.
Now I love the darkness and I am trying to hide from a memory. I told my rum and coke. I can not love, I have never loved. Just a thief in the garden of love, seeking salvation in my silence.
On a breezy Winter day in Belton, Texas. Pretty Texas lady found me at the dancehall bar drinking the three dollars Long Island ice teas. I felt her eyes on my back and I turned. I saw her eyes, not pissed-off, they were soft and kind. She wore a white dress, bare shoulders showing me her butterflies tattoos on her shoulders and the beginning of her rose bush rolling…
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Luck comes in Varieties
To some it’s a winning Ticket
Yet to others, the reward may merely be a smile
Perhaps a simple Bloom
or the entire Bouquet
Windfalls may be measured by
a full plate
a roof
a thick wallet
a satisfied heart
No matter your sum
Count your blessing Victoriously
I’ll take care of you
In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is drinking the Black Velvet whiskey dreaming about his dear Susie. An Akron gal who stole his heart and he remembered he learned. Love can be swift and love can be painful.
Today he called her and he told her. Johnnie is done with the Army and what do you need me to do, to make her smile again? She laughed at his words and she asked him. I have murdered love and I have a child. Love had banished my hope and heart. Johnnie, you don’t want damaged goods. He told her, I love your scars, your gentle voice and I love your face. No-one escaped the wrath of love. I need us to try. Darling, honey and…
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Love is like a hammer…
I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so good. He asked me. Johnnie, you need a song. I told him. I want the saddest and most honest song you can sing. I put twenty dollars in his tip cup. He thought a minute and he told me. I got your song my friend. The saddest song I know. The song is called. Love is like a hammer. He begin to sing and I started bleeding to the paper.
”Love is like a hammer
My dear love, beautiful Jennifer told me. If you leave me today. Please don’t come back no-one. If California loved you, so damn much. I hope she can make you happy. I returned in 1994 and the door locks were changed, and…
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Tuesday Writing Prompt…
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I am imperfect,
My soul crackles with mistakes,
Made whole by living.
-M.E. InkOwl
Of all the ways we are meant to love
You see me
Most in quiet times
Alone in a room
Whirring of a fan off balance
Dog barking way in the distance
To break the rhythmic pattern
I try to mimic the rise and fall
of your heartbeat
Concentration lost
And then found again
When the tha-thumping beats drown me
Into rest
Let the world be out there somewhere
Let it do all its things to one another
And in all the ways we are meant to love
Let us do so quietly
But just loud enough to appreciate
All the in between space and the no space
That is us together
In love
To Eli
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