Love had no pride

Love had no pride

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Some words.

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                  Love had no pride

Pretty wishes, pretty memories,
become kind and sweet places we have known.
I remember my greatest wish,
ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel,
she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.

On a night with the liar's moon above,
I told her, I loved her so and she whispered.
"Dear Johnnie, forgive me,
I am a mess and cannot be awaken."

I held her tighter and I whispered.
Please tell me sweet lies,
please make me believe in miracles and wishes.
I know, love had no pride.
We have tonight, maybe tomorrow.
You and I,
we are running from everything and everyone.
The half-moon night is above us,
we can share the sweet lies.
Pretend  we have forever and a-day.

Pretty Jenny wrapped her nude body tightly around me,
she whispered.

 "Love had no pride dear Johnnie,
after we give everything away,
we are leftover people,
accepting the quiet night,
where we love the loneliness."

I kissed her neck and I whispered,

"Sweet words, just words,
perhaps excuses to make us pretend we have touched love bounty.
You have forsaken love and I am seeking miracles and the greatest myth.
Love will save us.

We do the lover's dance,
share a thousand kisses,
we make promises that cannot be kept.

She lay in my arms and you whispered. Love had no pride,
once I tasted love and love left be broken and alone.
Johnnie, my savior, my kind friend.
I allowed you in, because I know.
Damn poets and writers adore "Love",
they love the long river and the deep sea.
They love the drink and they are kind to the lonely ladies.
You love the liar's moon.
Every November,
we gather our two lives,
become Winter's lovers,
who just steal and borrow and you leave me in late December.
You and I.
Just dancers on the storm, make believing.
Love will find us."

I looked at the night sky,
the liar's moon above me and I whispered.
I did love you my ginger hair beauty,
my hazel eyes girl.
I  wished too late,
we were braver and allowed the sweetness of love blessing to hold our heart.

                Dancing Coyote

© 2019 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Just words.

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Such a beautiful story
and imaginary and beautiful
music.

Thank You for sharing my friend 😊

Pretty wishes, pretty memories,
become kind and sweet places we have known.
I remember my greatest wish,
ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel,
she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.


Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear Benita. I do appreciate the comment. Some memories become sweeter with time.
Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet

4 Weeks Ago

Very true my friend you're
very welcome 😁👍



Reviews

Ginger with hazel eyes... Midnight dancing in nude embrace...December is of remembrance... Johnnie is as to Jenny... As sadness is suited to a thousand kisses goodbye... Swept me away... That liars moon... I part with a wedge of dark in my otherwise lightened spirit...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
This is one of the best I've read of yours lately where you tell a fulsome story thru mostly dialogue. I really catch strong character development, with the male painting a wildly optimistic dream future & the female seeming to be more realistic about the chances. I love that each character is multi-layered & complex --- this is an area where your writing has come leaps & bounds in the 3 years I've been at the cafe. You used to write mainly about physicality together, which was good, but I love this complex reality much more! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear Margie. I appreciate the comment. You are very kind.
Such a beautiful story
and imaginary and beautiful
music.

Thank You for sharing my friend 😊

Pretty wishes, pretty memories,
become kind and sweet places we have known.
I remember my greatest wish,
ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel,
she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.


Posted 4 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear Benita. I do appreciate the comment. Some memories become sweeter with time.
Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet

4 Weeks Ago

Very true my friend you're
very welcome 😁👍
Sometimes we heal or mend at unfortunate times, perhaps missing love or prosperity. But, perhaps it’s fate and lessons will be revealed later. A poem to engage the mind and heart, Coyote.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
"leftover people" and sometimes leftover people meet...and they make a pretty good meal of love...if they give each other a chance...but often two people who came from hurt...are too snake bitten to test the waters..
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are right Jacob and thank you for reading and the comment.
Beautiful words, reminds me of two lost souls coming together in love for the moments of life, trying to escape the dullness of their being within a world of no faces. Just them ;-]

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

A woman, when broken. She must heal and if she isn't ready. The wrong time and the wrong place. Tha.. read more
A very binding piece dear friend and indeed wonderful as always. Has a fresh concept which I really liked a lot, specially the lines with words hazel eyes and ginger hair.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

Love need two people wanting the same thing. Rarely happens and thank you Anjeline for reading and t.. read more
Romance that was not meant to be. All part of life's rich tapestry but wonderful to reflect on in later life when we are living on memories. Beautiful words Coyote. Always good to read you.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

The poet's wealth. Old memories dear Chris. Thank you for reading and the comment.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

You are welcome my friend. Have a good day.
Another poem steeped in romance and struggle and forlorn tragedy. Something you major in as you weave the harsh realities of human frailty with the frailty of the human heart.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

Thank you John. I am a old man now. Even the bad days are the good days.
John Alexander McFadyen

1 Month Ago

As old as I I doubt and good is good in any shape or form Coyote John.

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