IF I was the king of the forest.

IF I was the king of the forest.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Old memories and old dreams.

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                       If I was the King of the Forest.

American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.
Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978.

Drinking the  cognac and good beer.
One of the German men yelled "A toast and a song."
He ordered a round of cognac for the table.

He raised his cup and spoke. "To peace and no more war."
He begin to sing. " If I was the King of the forest. I would have only friends. I would have no hunger and the people would dance and celebrate being alive.
Guns would be forgotten. War would because a myth.
If I was the king of the forest. People would not live with fear. All races and religion would be content.
Murder and death forgotten. This would be my wish. If I was the king of the forest."

He told us. "Toast to peace and utopia. I pray one day will come."

I left my celebrating friends. I wrote a poem.

          If I was the king of the forest.

If I was the kind of the forest. Wishes would become true.
I close my eyes.
Allowing my mind to travel to a summer day when youth was my wealth.

King of the forest.
When I was unstoppable and all dreams were in reach.

If I could.
Be able to close my eyes. Again be unafraid.
For when I close my eyes.
I don't remember the victories.
I feel the burden of mistakes only.

If I was the King of the forest.
Love would be forever.
Love would be my only desire.

For if I was King of the forest.
No-one could stop me from saving the world from the hunger
to destroy all things that are beautiful.

For If I was the king.
I would teach the child to love and to have great dreams.
I would erase thousand years of war and hate.

For if.
I could take away all the blood upon each hands,
maybe we could walk unafraid of other.

The King, I shall be.
Only in set-up dreams.
For my world is like a wild beast,
running toward death.

And I the King.
Can watch as drugs and alcohol steal all the hope and dreams of youth.
Rich men leading the world to a self-suicide.
Bringing death and wounds to the young people learning to live.

I.
Will stand and watch.
For only in dreams shall I find the strength to battle.
For the words of the King.

Cannot be heard through the scream of the suffering.

                                Coyote
                     1978/re-write 2013








© 2013 Coyote Poetry



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Coyote Poetry
Old poem. The world is in the same place.

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IF only !!!!!......the two most fatalistic words perhaps in the English language....likely not a reasonably inteliigent person ever on this earth that hasn't wished they were King or Queen at least for the day. You penned the wishes nicely, good write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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If wishes were horses everyone would have his. I love this poem. Sometimes we want the best for the world, but this only happens in dreams and in our silent mind. The world is just the world,that's the saddest thing about it.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

You are right my friend. It seem the world is control by madness and mad men. Thank you for reading .. read more
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7 Months Ago

Welcome. Pleasure for this great poem
Another great poem Coyote !

Posted 4 Years Ago


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if only. if only things would be this way or that way. this really makes you think. a great write, i love it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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the wind swallows the sound and I stoop to shade my skin from the pitting sand
together we are all small

Posted 4 Years Ago


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you expressed yourself really well my friend... being a king has a big responsibilities but in your words... i see a beautiful kingdom at its peaceful era... yet again those can be written only in dreams, when can it will be reality, we never know... in time we will know... as life's keeps growing...wonderful work my friend.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Nostalgic and pondering. Great write, sir. Thank you.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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An old poem but still so touching. I am always touched by your works, CP. I can see in you that you are a good man, hoping for the better world for all of us..especially the youth. You always talk about caring on our children. Of having a peaceful world.
Yeah, you're right. The world is in the same place.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Hey, how's it going Coyote? I've been away for a while, thanks for the comment buddy, this one may be an old one but it shines wisely my friend, fine work in every aspect of poetry, well done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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beautiful dreams,
even if don't come true
are still the beautiful dreams!
dear you have a great treasure of old memories,
and you a great gift to portray them that beautifully as well.


Posted 4 Years Ago


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Beautiful self affirming write , to be king or a dy and make it all right, great sentiments.

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