Daily Archive: May 26, 2015

__Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early and closes… Continue reading

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Summer Dress

Originally posted on A Faded Romantic's Notebook:
I see you in a summer dress. Thin straps on elegant shoulders. Your breasts captured sweetly. The curve of your hips caressed. Your arms and legs…

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Lovable

Originally posted on Life With Catnip:
?? How does one become lovable; maybe it’s when we love and giving and maybe it when we so loved that admiraton is returned.? It’s so hard…

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Secret life

Secret life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1989 with a re-write Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Secret life (Thank you… Continue reading

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__A thousand kisses deep

A thousand kisses deep A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song help create poetry. A 1989 rewrite. (A rewrite written in original form in 1989) A thousand kisses deep You told me in… Continue reading

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Old days

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Vladimir Volegov Sarit is playing, The old days of the childhood Come back to life. The games in the garden With Dad, bursts of laughter.

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One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”

Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading

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Bikers’ Roaring Ride Through D.C. in Support of Missing Soldiers

Originally posted on Eslkevin's Blog:
SOCIAL JUSTICE See Bikers’ Roaring Ride Through D.C. in Support of Missing Soldiers read more SHARE THIS FOOD America’s Largest Food Supplier Trades Antibiotics for Animal Rights…

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_The Angels don’t cry for me

The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness.   The Angels don’ cry for… Continue reading

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My favorite writer. Jerzy Kosinski.

Jerzy Kosinski taught me to write,  is to spill our blood with words. Jerzy Kosinski survived war, life and had many demons. He wrote with a honest pen. His story showed me, writers… Continue reading

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