Ancient floors
Ancient floors
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Ancient floors
In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed.
Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.
The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces.
Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.
Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is cold beer, lust and waiting for mercy.
No mercy for men who played the bastard too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them.
Vintage memories of sweet whispers leave a morbid reminder.
Of broken roads and promises.
Old man sit on the solitude of the sand.
Watching the sea.
Knowing no forgiveness or charity for a man who left a blood trail of kind and loving people.
The bells are ringing in the distance.
They are ringing the bells to announce. There is forgiveness even for the men drowning
in sin and his own greed.
I try to escape the song of bells.
Run to the hills where I can find silence and calm.
Fall into the field of lilies and violets.
I’m weary from a journey with no ending.
I look to the sky.
Asked the Goddess of the Earth.
To show me the place I need to be.
Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness.
I go toward the ringing bells.
I walk to the statue in the center of the church court.
A man reaching to a child.
The words read. ” No greater gift than reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength.”
It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.
He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.
A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.
Coyote
2012
© 2012 Coyote Poetry
but without the stormy grey clouds we would take them for granted
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you r absolutely right thanx for the reminder another one of those beautiful blue skies day in London unexpected indian summer if not for the broken ankle i’d be galloping round as it is i’ll hobble out into the light
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I’m glad. Good to appreciate the beautiful blue skies.
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Yep lessons and kindness in the most unexpected places and my heart broke on a beautiful summer’s day with clear blue skies
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Beautiful summer’s day can bring hope too. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Poignant do you know someone like this personally?
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A long time ago. I believed in the wrong things. I learn to be part of life instead of a viewer. I believe we must fall to know what we truly need. It was my story. Two brothers committed suicide gave me a bad view on life for a while. California coastline saved me. We can find good teachers in odd places. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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A wonderful, wonderful read. Very well done.
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Thank you Jordan. A wise person learn from mistakes. Rise up kinder and better if we are lucky.
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Well, now I have a new favorite of yours and this one is it!! Great, great poem John. There are too many items to praise in this one. God bless.
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Thank you. This is one of my favorites.
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