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Now and forever

Now and forever

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Just words

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to her.

                                    Now and forever

Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific ocean. No-one was waiting for a man in Ann Arbor. He who loved no-one and only sought the dirtiness of life. Was truly alone.

Sitting alone as the Washington St. pub. He remember pretty faces and kind words. The bartender asked him. Where you been Johnnie? You got bigger and stronger. The Army must feed you well. Did you call Lucy? He smiled and he told him. I went to her home. I saw her with child and a kind man. They were dancing with the snow.

Old soldier wrote to paper.
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                          Dust to dust

I remember you.
You were the wine coolers and I was the whiskey.
You were filled with wild passion and I was giving-in and giving-up.
You made the dead man rise.
You loved the rain, you love the storms.
You loved the feel of the Summer rain on your bare skin.
I was just gin and juice.

I remember us.
Your demanding words.
Break me, take me, make me feel alive.
Please say you want and need me.
Dust to dust.

You didn't know.
I was so damn tire and
I was just waiting for death.

I joined wars and I volunteered for any active war.
In the mist of the dead cities and the suffering.
I learn what you told me often.

Dead is dead. You ain't dead no-more.
If you can walk, talk and think.
Live Johnnie, dance Johnnie.
Life is for living.
Not seeking death.

Today I came to Ann Arbor.
I 'm here to drink to you beautiful Lucy and to tell the shadows in the tavern.
I love you Lucy. War and song taught me. You were my perfect lady.
My lady kindness, my lady hope.
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The bartender read the paper and he asked. Are you going to give these words to her? The old soldier smiled and he told him no. He told the bartender. Can't raise the dead and better to leave life as be. I would be just a hard memory to dear Lucy. The bartender smiled  and he told him. Too late old friend. I called my sister and she is here.

Johnnie saw Lucy sitting alone in the back of the tavern and he went to her.  She looked at him and she begin to cry. He sat with her and he whispered. I'm sorry my Lucy. I should of stayed away. I'm like old wine turned to vinegar. Sweet Lucy touched his mouth with slender hands and she told him.

I'm crying because you are alive. I have pray for you nightly since you joined the damn war. You learn life was good and you didn't die alone in some lonely place. She kissed his face many times and they held a long embrace.

He told her. I learn my Lucy. You were right. The death song was fruitless and lonely. I write now and I have become the dark Poet of Monterey. I drink less and I have never forgot your beautiful face. I have written a million words for you. I'm glad you are happy. You deserve happiness dear Lucy.

Lucy requested a beer and they talked till closing time. Lucy went home to Clinton to be with her family and the old soldier got on highway 94 and he drove west.

He remembered her last kisses and her last words. Forget the pain of yesterday. Find love, dance every night and make love like you will never love again. Old soldier parked his truck and he begin to cry. He told the half-moon. I love you Lucy.



                                John Castellenas/Coyote









© 2018 Coyote Poetry



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Coyote Poetry
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Excellent Man poet a true love story that tells about the birth of time. A romantic Gem and Gesture amounts other things a chance meeting in a local pub of long lost love affairs no story could compare. Life so lived couldn't be this sweet Best Wishes to Poet and his Lucy love.My Youngest Grand Daughter is Named Lucy Marie.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

A good name Lucy and thank you my friend foe reading and the comment. I do appreciate.



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Excellent Man poet a true love story that tells about the birth of time. A romantic Gem and Gesture amounts other things a chance meeting in a local pub of long lost love affairs no story could compare. Life so lived couldn't be this sweet Best Wishes to Poet and his Lucy love.My Youngest Grand Daughter is Named Lucy Marie.

Posted 6 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

A good name Lucy and thank you my friend foe reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I missed your writing in my long absence, Coyote. Incredibly touched by this....such a beautiful, delicate writing. Glad to see that your talent remains unchanged. S. x

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Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your kind words.
You were the wine coolers and I were the whiskey,
I see a imagery of kicked back and mellow and hard, living proof man. Nicely done

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you Alex for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
IN YOUR WORDS, LOVE NEVER GET OLD, ITS JUST LIKE A WINE, GETTING BETTER N BETTER, TASTE OF LOVE IS ALWAYS MAGICAL ONE, EVEN WITH OLD LIPS, IT STILL TASTES THE SAME I BET. LOVED YOUR WORDS :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and the kind words. My friend, you can't return to where your were. Time chang.. read more

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remembe.. more..

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