I say good night to you, my love and then I dream of you,

Until another day arrives and life begins anew.

I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with a smile,

Too thank you for the many ways you make the world worth while.

Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest fears,

Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.

The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your heart,

And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.

You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding light,

In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet good night.

Leon Russell Garrett


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Why Would You?


“Why Would You?”

#1. Why did you lie to me? 

#2. Why did you say you

loved me? #3. Why was 

you always putting a 

front on to make you 

look like the better 

person? #4. Why did

you break my 💓 heart?

#5. Why did you only 

use me for pussy? 

#6. Why~Why?

#7. Why you foolish

man~child that was 

supposed to be a man? 

#8. Why are you a 

bastard to me? 

#9. Why are you a 


#10. Why did you 

you ever want to 

become my enemy?

#11. Why~Why?

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved 2015–But not posting here until 2016–And not allowed to use any parts of my poems writing words thinking thoughts stories quotes without my consent and knowledge to do so and it’s greatly appreciated and thanks again in advance y’all 

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“San Francisco”


San Francisco

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem hidden in an old journal.


                                      San Francisco

Good days and people are needed in a life.
Need drink, good company and memories.
If you never asked someone to dance. How do you know the possibility and opportunities you could have had and missed?

My beautiful friend Gail wanted to go to San Francisco in the Fall of 1993.
Had a brewery with 500 beers to taste and drink.
She was tall, had long legs and was wild in heart and soul. Everything I liked in a woman.
She was what I needed and I went along for the ride.

We depended on the comfort of stranger. Roaming the streets without fear.
The city was alive and…

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Quieter Role

Charlie Says

When I was a young Tom cat

and my thoughts were all of cream,

Id slash and claw at all I saw

And take by whatever mean.


When I was a rabid dog of a lad

And red did cross my eyes,

Id foam and bite at all that passed

And all that I despised.


When I was a raging bull of a man

And brew was in my soul,

Id fight and duck for rages luck

And pay no mans toll.


But now I am a quieter man

Who seeks a quieter role,

I have met my love, my darling dove

Who quietened my angry soul.

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

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