Some little poetry..

Less epic poetry written.

Some little poetry..

1- His Achilles heel was his grandchildren,

he tried to keep them safe.

And he knew,

he had left them a messy world.

He allowed hateful voices of cold blooded men and women,

to blacken the beauty of life.

2- Fortune gain, fortune lost.

Maybe a penny saved?

3- He knew, it is necessary to be discreet in his speaking and his written words.

He had secrets, that would die with him.

He could not seek forgiveness,

too late to forgive or to be forgiven,

when the people are sleeping in the cold, cold earth.

The nightingale song had stole his heart.

Hair of red, voice of a siren and the eyes of sea blue.

She told him.

Keep the darkness buried in a Irish grave.

Where sin is forgotten.

Only safe place, we shall know.

Is kind embrace, gentle voice and soft kisses.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your Achilles heel is mine also Coyote. We do anything for our grandchildren to keep them safe in a world fraught with problems. They will remember you for your kindness and wisdom. A grandfather who was a soldier and had a tough life, yet held a warm heart for those he loved. Many people have secrets. Probably more hold secrets than have none. Your words here poet, touch me this morning.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. In a long life. Mistakes can be made. My grandchildren keep me going forward. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. No one leaves this plane without making mistakes. It is recognising them that matters. To be human is to err. And we do.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but he made life a bit less blacker/ darker for those he loved.
and there she was, placing a flower on his grave and shedding an Irish tear for him.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading and the kind words.