Day: July 12, 2021

Purgatory Inn and no place to go..

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

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 late.
Safe place for a man who wants nothing.

I roll the simple purple stone in my hand.
An old souvenir from a old war,
a purple crystal given to me by a kind memory.
Now feeling like a brick,
so heavy with sadness and loss.

I hold the necklace like a rare stone.
The necklace is pretty worthless in value.
Except to my heart and memory.
I remember when a beautiful red haired girl took the necklace
off my neck. Put it on around her neck. Promised me forever.
Then wrapped her body around me.
She whispered. “Live with me and be my love.”

Blind obsession led me into the splendor of passion and desire.
With…

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Vinegar and sweet wine…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Vinegar and sweet wine…

Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?
I’m leaving  on  plane very soon for my real home.
You came back into my life to say goodbye.
You are sitting between my legs and
I caressed your hair as you lay your head against my chest.

I whispered, You saved my life once. Life was lost in my mind. Time became seconds
ticking away waiting for nothing. On a cold winter day. You found me alone with the whiskey
and bad thoughts. You told me.  “Love is like vinegar and sweet wine. Love begin so sweet and
if we don’t be kind and gentle. Sweet wine can turn to vinegar.”

Sweet Brigitte walked softly into my life.
Walking softly on old memories.
Trying to replace pain with tender touches and soft kisses.
Time allowed our love to grow.
We spend a year in the heat…

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Regret

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

Regret is an unforgiven beast, the more you run from it tighter it seizes your happiness with ease

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting


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Anarchic Times

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

Gyrating to the rhythm 
of the raindrops
plopping on my windowsill
my heart graced
a mischievous charm 
singing sopranos
from some anarchic times

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How Might I? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

~ thereluctantpoet

parallax

Photo: Kaltukatjara (Docker River) looking towards a section of the Peterman Ranges.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m slowly floating away.” Kasie West

How Might I?

How Might I hold eternity
while my heart is reaching  beyond the 
skies with feelings of feathery float 
never before experienced, as this swirl
of temporal ecstasy has roused empyrean
visions so electric, that just to breathe,
to remain firmly grounded, seems 
impossible so, how might I begin to
hold eternity?


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