Birthday thoughts written. Some mini-poetry.

My birthday was August 11.

Birthday thoughts written.

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved.

We will grow old and we will forget,

once we danced,

once we loved to sing and 

once, we adored love. 

Time is a heartless thief.

2- Once I wished for forever and a day.

Once we made midnight promises and we didn't know.

Midnight promises made by the young in heart.

Just promises to be broken.

3- Let's sway with the sweet Jazz song at the Austin tavern.

Please allow the music to take us to wishful thoughts  of love delight

and allow the music, to make us believe, love is alright and kind.

We can allow the Jazz songs to make us  believe,

we can still love with fondness and

allow yesterday tales, to be written than be forgotten.

4- Damn Cupid is near,

Cupid arrow had penetrated my heart and 

I fell in love with the prettiest poet in my world.

She read her gentle and sweet words and

I adored her face, I loved the kindness in her voice.

She told me, Johnnie.

Never love a poet.

They loved the books, they love the words, more than love.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

"Never love a poet.
They loved the books, they love the words, more than love.
Coyote"
I have a poem about just that some where , never love a poet - man.
Happy Birthday .... mine was Aug 7th ..... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Stella. Hemingway loved many. He could keep one. He did love to write. They say, many books are not published yet. Thank you for reading and the comment.