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 late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Forgetfulness
Amazing poetry shared. The Happy Quitter! The name of the author is the first to gofollowed obediently by the title, the plot,the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novelwhich suddenly becomes one you have never… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski…
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading
The white cliffs of Dover…
The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world in 2021 year. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly and he knew the cost, could be. Today my… Continue reading
Just a dance in the cloud’s, dear lover…
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover… Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance in… Continue reading
Outstanding video with great meaning. Some words. The poet and the naked lady…
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
The cold night whispered…
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Another place, another time…
Another time, another place…. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything, and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
La stanza e l’albero (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
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Pierre Mornet A C. S. Nei giorni in cui mi parlaviportavi il vento fra i miei capelli,sulle mie labbrail tuo viso le mani i tuoi seniil latte divino del…
Lê Vĩnh Tài | NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES – ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI (3)
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