Day: December 1, 2020

Dreams, wishes and reality..

~ thereluctantpoet

Be sure to read this!!

johncoyote

(My children I try to save and in the end. They saved me. The photo, 1996 in Honduras.)

Dreams, wishes and reality.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life."   

                            Dreams, wishes and reality.

Best days in a life are simple and free.
Good conversation and a chess game.

Two friends with time and no place to go.
Need hot strong coffee, a warm day and stories to be told and heard.

Good to be near nature  allowing the  warm sun to bring peace
to the heart and mind.

Old men speak of old dreams,
of beautiful faces and wild adventures.
Old dreams become wishes.
Old age and life take away the desire to test life.

Real life slowly steal dreams away.
Age make you slow down.
New dreams do appear.
You learn with children near,
your children dreams become…

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The waltz..

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

The Waltz

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.”

The waltz 

(Was publish in small press, many moon ago.)

We were doing a waltz upon the beach.
 The waves were the orchestra and
 the wind was whispering a love song to us.

 I tossed her into a twirl and
 I brought her back to me.

 By the light of the moon.
 Two lovers danced the movement of freedom
 and celebrating being alive.

I whispered to her. “Marcella, Marcella, let’s make this day last forever.”

 We come back to the ocean after each journey.
 The ocean keeps our secrets.

The dancing waves are always waiting.

  She was as beautiful as when I first saw her
  and I held her like she was my last breath.

 Two shadows upon a naked beach.
Doing the dance of hope and freedom.

 The…

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Ancient poetry and one of my poems.

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"I love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce Kilmer words are powerful as 90 years ago. Coyote "

            Tree

(Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle July 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.)

           I think that I shall never see
           A poem lovely as a tree

            A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
             Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

              A tree that looks at God all day,
              And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

              A tree that may in Summer wear
               A nest of robins in her hair;

               Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
                Who intimately lives with rain.

                  Poems are made by fools like me,
                   But only God…

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Abiding Love

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 4 Comments

Roth Poetry

In the cold of winter, we said, “I do”

with December snow on the ground

and candles burning brightly.

And now my love,

winter is fast approaching;

And, after fifty-one years

we’re still together.

Our abiding love lives on…

“till death do us part”

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse. Lisa asked to use the word abide for our prompt and write a poem of 44 words. She gave us various uses of the word, one of which was the old hymn Abide With Me. That took me back to the songs of my childhood. I decided to use write in reference to love. The end of December will be fifty-one years for us. It just seemed fitting to write of our abiding love; resting on, depending on, secure in the vows we made so many years ago.

I took these flower photos…

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