Poetry, drink and your memory

Just words. Some short poetry.

        The ray of the sun
Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She took his hand and kissed each finger and she whispered.
"Dear Johnnie. Whiskey is always fair. Blocked away the memories. Love just stirred up wants we do not understand. Love is cruel and cold. The flesh never is content. Feel the ray of the sun. This is true. The sun will rise, whiskey can be bought and love will break your heart."

Old Poet awoke to warm sun on his face and empty whiskey bottle. He looked to the sky and he thanked the liquor and booze gods for the whiskey angels.

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   Sacred lover
Old rustic songs sang by Leonard Cohen. He sang songs of a thousand kisses deep and bay side woman with tender touch and wanting kisses.

I told my seaside lover. The sun will rise and fall. The tender story of lovers will be endless. The allure of body and kind voice make the heart yearn and wish for someone like you. Sweet as Fall honey, pretty as the wildflower field in the valley and wild as the dancing sea. You are my sacred memory and love.

Her sultry smile turn sad and she brought me closer and she whispered. "The angels weep for us. Men and women waste the opportunity to know love. Love is not ownership. True love is wanting your lover to know joy, laughter and pleasure before our own needs. Dear Poet. You are my sacred lover. You make me feel like a goddess. Your eyes looked at me with kindness, concern and care. Love demand nothing and love demand everything. Today we have the sea and the song of Leonard Cohen. Allow the merciful love to live my lover."

Old Poet holding his lover near the sea. He looked to the morning sky and he whispered a silence prayer.

Drink and pray I do.
I pray for peace and calm.
I pray we bless the lost and the confused and.
Thank you for this kind woman.

                               John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you like.

Reviews

[m.s.early]

I'm a bog Cohen fan, so I warmed nicely at what I thought was a reference to Suzanne. She was my favorite bay side woman.

This reminds me of my own drunk philosophies and clinging onto a bottle for dear life, fearful that I would never love again if I never had another drink.

I never outgrew the opinion that waking up in my own vomit would be more pleasant than having love and having it lost.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was station in Monterey for three years. Seaside was the city closest to the base. The bars of Seaside were filled with lonely people. Perfect place a writer. I saw Leonard Cohen in Germany twice in 1978 and 1979. The Germans loved Cohen. I quit drinking heavy 18 years ago. Was leading to a dead-end. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Calamityofgin]

Oh honey of booze poets..lol sober now..but have thanked those same angels..was terrified to write, paint, or get on stage sanz Dewars (or near the end rot gut vodka)
Thats my thought on that (enjoyed comments below)

Old Poet awoke to warm sun on his face and empty whiskey bottle. He looked to the sky and he thanked the liquor and booze gods for the whiskey angeld Poet holding his lover near the sea. He looked to the morning sky and he whispered a silence prayer.

Drink and pray I do.
I pray for peace and calm.
I pray we bless the lost and the confused and.
Thank you for this kind woman.

Just adored the two contrasting womens views on love..uour romantic poet heart hoping both times..
Both ending with a toast and prayer..
Dollface you took me there..to that zen place of discovery of a brand new voice and universal things said in new fantastic light and life.

Really loved this...will throw out a Coyote..thank you poet for this outstanding piece.

Wishes of stillness laced with the fingerprints of many angels..present and past.

Calamity of Jennifer

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jennifer for reading and the comment. I have 20 journals of roaming and drinking poetry and story from my Army days. I dig them up sometimes.

[Calamityofgin]

💗Pieces of past...to glances back
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[Coyote Poetry]

Yes they are.

[AaronFreitas]

" True love is wanting your lover to know joy, laughter and pleasure before our own needs." I enjoyed this write John... love the contrast in the way he he viewed love and the way she viewed love. Awesome work :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Aaron. I appreciate the comment.