When the drinker prays

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When the drinker prays...

Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather.

He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack.

Once he believed the world could be saved, once he believed he could be saved.

Once pretty Texas girl tried to save him and she held him like a child. Whispered to him.

"Damn war, damn hate and where is God?

We live in s**t and we learn to live in s**t.

All we have is the whiskey, the Texas two-steps and kisses.

When the drunk man prays,

the ending is near.

We need more whiskey and less voices."

He raise the first shot glass to the night and he tells the night.

I miss you my friends, I miss your laughter. War killed you and I must learn.

The good die young.

He drinks the whiskey and remember his friends laughter.

He raised up the second finger of Gentleman Jack.

He tells the night. Killing children everywhere in this world.

Who is praying for the dead children? Who is trying to save the children?

Where is God? Where are the people of peace?

Only the loud voices of hate can be heard.

He drinks the second shot of the whiskey and he tells the night.

My grandchildren are fourteen. USA fighting everyone.

Young people fighting in wars, that cannot be won.

I don't want my grandchildren fighting for old hate and greedy men.

He raised up the third shot of whiskey and he told the night.

Once pretty Texas gal told him. When a drinker prays.

It is done. it is finished.

God isn't listening to us.

Whiskey prayers are just whispers in the storm of life.

Become just words dancing into the dangerous sea.

He drinks the third shot of Gentleman Jack. He told the night.

We need more slow dances,

we need more warm kisses and

we need quiet.

He poured three fingers of the Gentleman Jack into the shot glasses.

He told the night. Please god. Save my world from hatred.

He remembered. Once a Texas gal told him.

When a drinker prays. The drinker is praying to old ghosts and old memories.

The world had become s**t. Drink more whiskey and pray for a good death.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh boy Coyote, your fabulous poems is one to ponder.. Appreciate your words...
I hope you will not mind me saying this but I did find a couple very small error that you might want to correct

He watch his world fall into madness and he pours ...
I think you meant to add an S to watch...

He raise the first shot glass glass
I do not think you meant to type glass twice?

He drink the whiske
I think he meant to put an S at the end of drink

Really great thoughts,
Lisa

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lisa. I appreciate the help.

[Lisasview]

Oh good, So are you planning to fix it?
I will be happy to reread it if you do.
Lisa

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes, many are praying for help amid wars.
You captured the intensity of the heart heavy.
Thanks for sharing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Melinda for reading and the comment. I worry for our world.

[Casey Truax]

"Whiskey prayers are just whispers in the storm of life" - now that is a good line. It's the way the "wh" sound is repeated and accented on the reeling, drunken rhythm.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Casey for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Pete]

that's a pretty tall shot and pretty tall order. maybe that's why drinking and praying should be kept separate. thought-provoking for sure. good stuff, top shelf ... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pete. My daughter prays for me my friend. I just keep going forward. Trying to keep my family safe.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

Well, alcohol is not the answer, but I know many people do end the day with a cocktail. The world today is quite different from the world we grew up in. We can not change what is happening in the Middle East or in Ukraine. Perhaps a drink of whiskey will make you forget though. Well written, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lydia. I am a light drinker now. Relax the old mind. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

Foe or friend, a drink is just that. Comforting, supportive in moderation to drown the sorrows or foe in large doses. Nice one John.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Andrew. I became like my grandfather. On free days from work. A 8pm shot to warm up the cold night. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

You are welcome.

[Dave Brown]

I think relying on Gentleman Jack sounds a much better option than waiting for God to solve our problems and then, there is also the additional bonus of slow dances and warm kisses.
Stay warm

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Dave and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful write Coyote. We live in times of increasing conflict. I hate that feeling of not being able to change that. I fear for my grandchildren. I fear greatly for the future.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Chris. I worry for my world. Hamas had reached their goal. The world is fighting. Thank you for reading and the comment. My friend.

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right. They don’t want l peace and they care little for the Palestinian people. They may pull the wool over the eyes of many, but not ME.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. They found millions of dollars in gold bars in Hamas places. Their leaders live like kings with Iran money. I hope there is a ending to this war.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! A powerful message my friend. I pray for just, fair and peaceful solutions to wars, problems, calamities. Why does it have to be either or; why not both.
History, religions need to be confronted, deconstructed and understood in the right way; so many plagiarism from other religions, cultures, lies, deceptions, fooling the masses into stupid ideas and beliefs especially from Greek, Roman and Western European ancient beliefs. Then they all localize those things and make it their identity. Long subject ,but they are leading to bias, hate, ignorance, wars, alliances.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A really compelling read. Nothing good comes from war. Your gritty poem shows why

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Today we are in a World war and few are realizing. This is a bad place to be. The new weapons can find anyone.