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 b*****d 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


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Coyote Poetry
Finally a new poem. I hope you enjoy.

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Why did I read this? Down in the right hand corner where the WC posts "related writing" on the page that has my poem "Jail Bait" this piece pops up along with three others that I wrote. How this poem is related to "Jail Bait" I have no clue but I'm glad it is cause I might have missed Ancient Floors. Out f*****g standing work Coyote!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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wise poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wise , sad and quite touching , Really beautifully thought out.

The time is now and grace awaits .

Posted 9 Years Ago


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We are all better for the acquaintances and loves that truly touched us and were moved by us As usual coyote you touch on life's greatest moments a true poet I see in you .You have the ability to share reality and find the beauty in it both lost and found

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A rather engaging story this is... I loved the first two lines especially.
"In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed."
You say a lot in very few words there... Very appropriate use of metaphors and imagery throughout the poem to paint a tale of regret, despair and finally, salvation. I found the tone and flow of the poem rather similar to an old one of my own called "The Reaper Man", although the subject matter is somewhat different. One noteworthy feature of your poem is that it has an air of calm about it. There is compassion for the errant soul which saves the poem from falling into bleakness. I thoroughly enjoyed it, Coyote! Thanks a lot for this one!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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The poem and picture paint a perfect moment of clarity. I sometimes question why some funerals are more sad that others. I believe your writing sheds some light on moment of self reflection and observation. A life well lived does not expire at the grave....

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really liked your poem: Its beautiful and well written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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'Men who live with graveyard poetry' your writing too good man :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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A pleasure to read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Great piece. Full of emotion and truth. A lonely journey to finds one self but realizing how lonely a journey it is fighting ones demons and to win to be a better person for it. No one wants to die alone, very powerful stuff. loved it :O)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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you've gone too far in your journeys and seen a lil of everything in this world.... this is beautiful , Coyote...

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