Broken man prayers

We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.

                                 Broken man prayers

Happy hour had passed. Last call was whispered  by the kind bartender.

Her kind and sad eyes told me. She knew I had no place to go. She had no words

for a dead man walking.

Old men smoke and drink.

Become colder and older.

Old Poet don't write sober poetry no-more.

Drunk and disappointed poetry.

Allowed the Poet to create.

Old man sister cried, dear mother tried to find the boy who held dreams.

Now all the broken man had is.

Is a broken man prayers.

Last call, first call.

No angels in the dark taverns.

Just pretenders.

Trying to find hope in the bottle of  the good whiskey.

Burning desires, burning emotion.

Dead and gone.

Drunk men wisdom catches up.

He remembered a  beautiful  face crying in the slow rain of a cold December day in 1992.

Telling the Soldier. "Please stay with me my love."

War, whiskey and the damn 3,000 miles.

He knew as soon as he headed west.

They would be no-way back.

He held his good friend Jack.

Held the whiskey tightly in his hands.

He told the pretty bartender. "Here is my best tip for you.

A gift of a drunk Poet words and prayers.

"My lover, my killer.

I lost you in the lost and found.

I can't find the way back my kind lover.

You made me live once and we made love till the morning lights.

I was going to be  Hemingway and you were to create art and beauty.

I didn't know.

You can't go back. I learn too late.

Lovers hold on forever. Not allowing anyone or anything to separate them.

I don't seek to find you. I know you can't rebirth what is dead and buried.

I have found the dead-end road."

The kind bartender tapped his hand gently and told him. Go home my friend.

No forgiveness in the dark bar. Just people seeking things that can't be found.

Today the bad days, good days are the same.

I sit by pier where Hemingway stood once.

I wonder is there peace for a man who wanted to see and touch everything?

Maybe Hemingway found the answer.

                                    Coyote

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[cigarlover89]

Since I've joined this website I've a lot of poetry, I do enjoy this poem. I'm still learning how to write poetry and that makes it a little harder to dig on meaning and such. However, this poem spoke to me! My mom recently passed and had bouts with alcohol for as long as I could remember (God Rest Her Soul) Well done, Coyote! I'm happy to hear you beat that demon!

[Coyote Poetry]

My dad died from too much rum. He fought in two wars. I follow his steps like a good son. I got lucky. Found a better road. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Justine]

I liked the realism of this write. The role of alcohol in everyday lives has quite an impact. I smiled at the reference to Hemingway. While undoubtedly an astute writer and commentator on life, one of his quotes was "I love to sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart from when I am awake"! He speaks a truth I think, as do you with your line "No forgiveness in the dark bar. Just people seeking things that can't be found" - brilliant. Justine

[Frieda P]

Somber happy hour Coyote, hmmm, doubt Hemingway found the answers either. Always enjoy the lessons and stories weave'd into your poetry my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know if Hemingway found the answer? He broke the heart of many. Hi success grew greatly with his death. Which is sad. Young writers were motivated by the writers like Hemingway. He lived the life of a observer and touched more things than we will ever know. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Frieda P]

Seems that way with many great artists, they get their recognition after they've gone, always my pleasure John.

[Allen Smuckler]

...and then again Coyote.....maybe you have (found the answer).... Writing....
Hemingway, took the easy way out and chose not to face all that is bad (and good) in a world that is not always kind and fair. Nobody ever said it would be a picnic...but we swat away the ants and gnats and discover a new way to look at the morning rain.
Another deep, heartfelt, honest write Coyote....I've come to expect nothing less from you.
Allen

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Allen. I was listening to the country sad songs today. Gave me reasons to write. I would of loved to been able to listen to Hemingway. He saw war and the world. His world would of been very good.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This is sad but there's a lesson imparted, CP. Indeed, man will pay for every sin he did. Sometimes we realized things when it is too late..and we cannot turn back the time anymore.
This only shows that when you only do good things, you won't be in trouble in the following days of your life.
Thank you for sharing this splendid piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I quit drinking many years ago. I adopted three kids and a woman. I found purpose to be alive. Just songs and poetry for days for when I wasn't so wise.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Glad that you had found out the purpose of living. I've read many stories of your past relationships...during your wandering as a soldier. It's true that love can change everything. You're not as wise as you are today, but at least you've found the right track when it's not too late. Best wishes, soldier!