Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Old memories get better with time.


 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 trembling steps of emotion and hunger. Walls of fear fell away and
we became one.

Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall.
The rose will rebirth if we are lucky and overcome memories and pain.

The mystery of love is for the few to understand.
Love will die and rise many times in a lifetime.
My blue eyed beauty kissed me. Put my necklace of stone in my hands.
I watched my blue eyes girl walk away.
I wanted war and travel and she wanted real life and babies.

I found a strange peace in the Purgatory Inn.
No-one asked questions. No-body wanted too much.
I have many good memories to keep me safe and protected.

I offered the necklace back to my red haired girl.
She told me to keep the purple crystal. Hold it for her.
For somehow she knew the necklace is the only thing I would hold
precious in the darkness of the tavern and time. 

I have been to hell and back.
Funny the bad memories are erased by the thoughts of a red hair beauty.
Whispering "I love you my wandering soldier."


© 2012 Coyote Poetry

Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
A old poem written in 1992 with more skill I hope. Any mistakes. Please assist a old Poet.

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Old memories and experiences are the threads woven through our lives. We are complex and this is the stepping stone of understanding the plight as well as being able to help those we encounter. Bless you in your great poetry sir! blessings Kathy

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the kind words.


This is awesome kinda wish i had written it lol great job

Posted 11 Years Ago

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I've seen so many good poems this week. It seems like I'm giving away my compliments too easily :). Despite that I really felt something with this one. My girlfriend and I were talking about her boyfriend and how he's going to go off to join the military after he graduates. It brought back the feeling of sadness I had for her and it's brought me to tears. This poem was very lovely. No mistakes what so ever.
I especially love the symbolism of the purple stone necklace. Very touching. It's very hard to make me have tears from something that I myself have not felt. You, Coyote, are a Word Whisper.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Nice . . . all my friends are like that; they chose war and travel over women and the daily grind. I would've been the same way, if I could, but I guess God had other plans for me . . . I was to become a writer. Somehow, looking back on my shattered, delusional hopes of a military career: I don't think I missed very much. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Love like this is rare.. a gift of a purple stone..is a treasure bittersweet. Xo

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bittersweet... no one ever escapes from tasting...and its beauty shines so sweetly..in the light of remembrance..your writing is lovely Coyote ( :

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Very well written. Love and pain; passion and loneliness. Strong passions seem to walk hand in hand.

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Last Updated on November 26, 2012


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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..


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