The damns and the foolish.
Soldiers having fun.
The Damns and the foolish
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey.
Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the sacrament state of loneliness.
I have joined the group of the damns and foolish many month ago. Protection of the long Island ice teas leave you safe.
One quiet and lonely summer night. A Blue Eyes temptress seduced me with offer of warm kisses and splendor of passion.
She left me with a sweet whiskey kisses and a long embrace. She whisper” Never love a woman with her emotion and heart dead and buried.”
When I met her at a poetry reading. She worn a talon of a dead animal.
Her icy and impotent blue eyes left me in a lapse of a placid and upcoming pitfalls.
She told me I was handsome. She whispered” I want a savior.”
Her sultry and preordain lies and stories open up a un-easy and disturbing paradox.
That she slowly open the door to my heart and led me into a wishful and tranquil will to love her.
Her flowing red hair and long legs intrigue me to try to tame her. To create a union of two torrid souls.
She told me” I’m permanent scars and tarnished.” Her tattoos body was a map of her journey. She looks to the moon and sky. Whisper ” Pardon me for not allowing anyone to perpetrate my harden soul.”
I told her. “In the solitude of a vortex. We need to expose our soul and dreams.”
Her eyes burned me with anger. She yelled ” I’m shrouded in hate.
Never will risk shades of love to open my heart to love again.”
I accepted her. Learning every part of her beautiful body. Listen to the story of every tattoo on her perfect and beautiful body.
I never exposed my true feelings to her.
We danced in a raw, risky and a salvage love. We scheme great journeys and dreams of great victories.
On a cold Winter morning. She whisper ” I must depart.” She was leaving in the morning sun.
I told her. I knew the prelude to the story.
I bring her closer. I whisper” I will be here for you when you become lost. And need the mercy of a friend.”
Now I sit with the men and woman at the local Tavern.
I describe a portrait of a wounded Angel.
Coyote
March 2009
Oh, yes. Monterey is the perfect place to heal the soul.
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Monterey is paradise. I plan on returning next year for a visit. Thank you for the comment.
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Yes indeed. I’m returning for a visit also. I try not to regret that we sold our home in Carmel Valley when Fort Ord closed and my career took us to DC. We had several moves after DC and the economy being what it is to buy again in Monterey/Carmel now that we are retired seems prohibitive. I still dream, however.
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Carmel was a beautiful city. Us Soldiers went to Clint’s Eastwood bar and drank the beer for a dollar. Nice people and a amazing location.
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The Hog’s Breath Inn was always a favorite of ours. Did you know Clint ran for mayor because he wanted to add a 2nd story to the restaurant and that’s how he accomplished the feat. Shortly after the construction, he decided not to run for a 2nd term. He still owns Mission Ranch and you can often find him at the piano on a Friday night. My husband and I were married at La Playa and Clint was a guest. Clint also pushed through the ‘no ice cream cones on the streets of Carmel’ while he was mayor.’ He didn’t want the litter on the city streets.
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Read this and am reminded of others I have known. Always you bring poignancy of lost souls to mind in a kind way.
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Many people can fall to foolishness. A wise man can walk away from it. I got lucky. Found good reasons to stay alive. Thank you for the comment.
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My pitfall, to fall in love with someone who needs saving. And yet the only person who can save them is themselves…Sounds like you had quite an experience.
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Lost two brother’s to suicide in the eighties and drinking was the bad cure. Lucky I ended up in California and I met some easy going and wise people. Thank you for the comment.
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I’m sorry for your loss, I know those words can ring hollow, but I am sad for you. I can’t begin to understand, but people close have come frighteningly close to it. I’m glad you met some good souls 🙂
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Monterey coastline was a good place. Poet’s, writer’s and musicians willing to listen and give good direction. No better place to find peace and write.
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