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frank-cotolo
frank-cotolo
American Cotolo, a widely published author and award-winning journalist, has been a professional writer for over three decades. His poetry, prose, reports, editorials, comedy and spoken humor have appeared over the years in small-press and commercial magazines as well as on television, radio, stage and screen.
The figure in a white see-through robe walking seductively across the bedroom is a sweet Pacific breeze upon my *****
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Ladyboy of the lake
Dream of a warm embrace during a storm that sweeps across a great ocean and the arms holding you make you feel safe and safe is love and love is life that no cyclone can stop
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Pacific aria
kung fu feng shui wing nut shang hai chow mein chop suey fu manchu to you, too
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
Proverb for millenniums
None of us write poetry for anyone else to read we write it to purge the pain personal and private others could like it but that doesn't matter then again, neither does it matter if we write the poem at all
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Dedicated to me
F**k Charles Bukowski harder than he f**ked himself.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
To hell with Hank
My father was not a sailor My mother was not a saint Each one was just a failure But what they were I ain't Speckled, soiled and hurt Their dying was long and hard Each a droning but dull alert Which still keeps me on guard I am not a sailor I don't believe in any saint I am not a tailor I'm a walking, talking complaint If you see me on the street, shake your head If you get no response, I'm already dead
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Sonnet #31616
Belladonna gotta wan 'er 'donna wan 'er smooth iguana majiuana lips nirvana call me bwana Belladonna god i wan 'er wanna 'donna
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
La Michelle
It is summer when you enter a room and flowers blossom wherever you sit
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Planted
Such a pretty face in a world of grimaced cheeks with lips that speak the language of kisses
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Seeing you
Your broken English is a prayer if you whisper it in my ear and say you want me anyway all ways in ways no words can describe
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Broken English