the prettiest star


every time I think of you…

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silhouette of person

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Every time I think of you rain
 with continents of smiles 
fenced in sweetest memories 
 
Every time I think of you, tacit 
your shadow undresses me 
 
 Every time I think of you I pick 
you to be the animal of my orbit 
that repudiates the longing’s hex 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
Dr.John

David Bowie

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Bad, bad, bad ass lady..


in the cascade of my livings
you rise up my dreams

instead of whispers
you paint me with kisses

music makes the look of love [♪]
to flow at your poetry’s scale

your touch fills my inkwell
setting my soul to whistle

like the piano hums
with both of us on the front of love

https://youtu.be/Yr8xDSPjII8

John, 😉😘

johncoyote

 Bad, bad, bad ass lady…

(May-day poetry thirty one.)

She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her pretty feet painted in black nail polish moved with the saddest jazz songs. She watched the jazz band and I swear I saw the devil in her eyes. She was a breath taking beauty who could steal your heart with a whisper. She saw me looking at her and she knew. I loved her black tight dress and I wasn’t afraid of her. She smiled and she waved me over. She asked me. Are you just looking tonight Johnnie, I thoughts poets were brave. Not afraid of the night and they loved the bad, bad , bad ass ladies. I told her.

“Beautiful Coco,

just enjoying the view,

just observing the storm a…

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A love letter- Dear Coco


dear john,

when i’m reading your longing lines
the time stops to savor quietly your tender murmurs

it’s charming the manner your love equipped with periscopes
wears my soul everyone to see how much we love

composted with kisses, my letter[♪]
is the ticket that will bring you home safety

impatiently i wait for you… i’m tired to dream of you
for in my dreams, i dunno anymore how to behave with you

lovely, coco 😜
thank you, john for this formidable script😘🥰

https://youtu.be/pyq3PUTnpd0

johncoyote

A love letter….Dear Coco

(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and the moon said hello to each other.)

Dear Coco

I am watching the young dawn and I am guarding a gas compound on the Iraq border. The desert is quiet and so calm. The Iraq border is empty of movement or life. I do miss you so my dear Coco. I remember our last night together in Texas. You wore your cotton white dress and you danced barefoot with me near the Texas sea. The memory of you and the sea keep me human and I appreciate the kindness you gave me. You made me feel loved, appreciated and cared for. I do love you so and I need your letters. I love the poetry you…

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the clock


the essence of a uniform message

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Jacek Yerka • Chess on the Reef
are illustrations that transport me promptly 
in any village all over the world, — 
companion become the one which surprised 
the moment, — 
coquette, the essence of a uniform message 
is the clock that accentuates the atmosphere, 
lustily, like our tête-à-tête, a trick in the light 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco
 
 
 
 

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this love starved heart of mine


through the field of wildflowers bathed

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The Moonlight Bed - Jacek Yerka
to not wring your morning fragrance,
i lean softly upon your inflamed wrath
letting this love-starved heart of mine
to migrate inside of you passionately
pleasant to arouse you and to listen to
my minute how springs within forever
through the field of wildflowers bathed
into our nights of loving lost in craving
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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thinkin’ bout you


my name’s love

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art by orpheelin

in the writer’s farm
you’ll find me planted
my name’s love

on the music’s farm
thinkin’ bout you
you humming

in all artists farms
i am their attire
sound color word
‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧
i am the muse
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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lighthouse light


uninhibited

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Sweet Summer Kiss by Anna Koutsidou

embellished with your love,
my lips know what they want

they don’t ask, — just take
engaging you playfully to be
like a bumblebee on a peony bud

guided enough by a lighthouse light
through a foamy curtain of stars
blue paradises enjoy our moment…

uninhibited
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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the secret of music


intertwined
in its secrecy

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Entwined by Loui Jover

if I ever know
something
about the stars,
it’s they do music, —
music measuring
the immeasurable
music embracing
the indeterminable
music crossing
the universe…
constantly discovering
the unknown… —
the one me the one you
intertwined
in its secrecy
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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let’s play


your seductive velleity should be like a bliss

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my harmony invites your equilibrium at me,
let’s play but watch out, don’t push it much,
your seductive velleity should be like a bliss
articulated tenderly, softly to sail on my mind
while your raindrops of kisses fall on my skin
and your eyes radiate intensely in my eyes…
profound Herculean even purer than the sky
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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suffer


I’m begged in your hell

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the longing arches me;
on my pillow is spread
your coquettish dream;
its echo stops me suffer;
I don’t oppose, I savor it;
insanely charmed, avid
moaning in anticipation
for my viridity technique
of loving you unleashed,
I’m begged in your hell

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in colors


torturing me passionately

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brute… — benthos creature…
i was prepared to be yours…
in you, the scream of desire
was yearning to taste me…
to feel you deep down moving
like a holothurian in my body…
torturing me passionately
and with a ravenous pleasure…
instead… metamorphosed
in a minuscule blue butterfly,
i left you talking… in colors 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

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reach out I’ll be there


metamorphosed in chic papillons bleus

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🎨 Dimitra Milan

to keep you alive under another form… 
i’ve transmigrated you in a playful idea 
letting your memories whispering to me 
in slow-motion “reach out, I’ll be there“; 
due to your silhouette, your noble voice 
metamorphosed in chic papillons bleus 
and my exuberance, a harmless passion 
got me talking with plants and pillows 
exactly as you said [as you said…] but i, 
you see… just now I got it… [just now] 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

 

Jonathan Wilson

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