She kissed me once and once only

I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read "When God laugh."

                          She kissed me once and only once

A great and wise writer Jack London told me many secrets.
I learn you can't defeat  the Gods.
They have twisted sense of humor.
They will allow us to know victory  and swim  in the ecstasy  of the win
than steal the joy and happiness.
Leaving the victor with dead land, homeless people and new hate being reborn.

The trickery of the Gods are brilliant.
Men will dance on the graves of their enemies.
Then the dead will rise up and take back what was lost when the victor
become old and weak.

I  wonder do the God's pity man for his hate and violence?
Does he turn away from the evil of man?
Turn a blind eye to man's foolishness?

I like the wise quote. "All Soldiers find God in the foxholes."
I wonder do the Gods look to save men in foxholes?
Maybe another trick?
Guns and war don't lead to peace.
No-one win in war.
Just man tearing apart all kindness and tenderness way from their souls.

Part two

             Sweet Brigitte
"Love denied was love alive; love granted was love deceased."  Jack London

Old man sat at the tavern sitting by a young man drinking too much.
The old man told the young man. " Whiskey won't repair the problems.  Just a trick
to make us forget. The Gods like to play jokes on us humans. Make him feel strong
and powerful than make the same man feel as weak as a puppy dog and dumb as a rock."

Young man eyes burning with anger asked the old man. "Are the Gods dead? Is there
any purpose or reason for this world? Why did God allow this world to fall to s**t?"

The old man smiled and told the young man. "Once I loved a woman truly. We didn't use
of the elixir of love in seconds, minutes or hours. We took years to appreciate the sweet
kiss and the kind embrace. I had rushed into love often. Used up all the passion.
Abused the tender flesh leaving nothing for the next day. I learn when you take love
without true love. It was just a sporting event.
I learn fasting in love allowed the heart to grow, the need to expand.
I believe the gods trick us. Allow us to think with our loin area instead of our heart.
Real love isn't trying to push yourself into some sort of ecstasy where you rise
and fall without knowing true love."

The young man asked. "Can love be rebirth? Can the sweet woman forgive us?"

Old man eyes become soft with sadness and told the young man. "Woman are tender for
a short time. They worship love with all their heart. They believe in the miracle of true love.
Give up their flesh without complaining. It is sad. Men are foolish. They do not appreciate the
gift. Use and abuse till the sweet woman is dead inside. Can you be forgiven? I don't believe you
can. I believe another trickery of the gods. Give man everything. He doesn't see the love and
kindness in the woman's eyes. He eat and eat and he is still hungry. Love alive once can become
love denial my friend."

The young man pushes away the whiskey. Tell the old man thank you and he left. He went home to
beg for forgiveness.

The old man watches the young man leave. He drink the whiskey. He looked toward the sky and
tell God. "You always win. Men learn too late to know good from evil.

          
Part three


                        She kissed me once and only once


She was a Texas beauty. Long legs and a smile that could light up the night.
She was as beautiful as a innocent child.
She was too wonderful to be touched by my dirty spirit.

I thanks her for the good company. I told her she was a gift to my tire heart tonight.
She requested a dance. The music was good and I drank enough Long Islands Ice teas
to become a skilled dancer.

We did the Texas two-step. I kept my polite distance from her.
She asked "Why do you fear me? Why do you keep me at a distance?

I told her. "God like to play tricks on us. Allow us to be near paradise and make
us wish for things we do not need. Men are born foolish. We eat and eat life till
there is nothing left. I have done this too often. Tonight I need to cherish your
smile and enjoy the dance."

The young woman laughs and smiled. Told me. "You are sweeter than fresh fall honey."
She kissed me once and only once. She left me with a good memory and place.
Maybe God didn't always win?

                             Coyote

Author's Note

A new long poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Wow, reminds me of Adam and Eve "She kissed me once and only once. She left me with a good memory and place. Maybe God didn't always win?"

I like your writing style, all three poems come together as one message. There is very wise information here that I have never read before.

I hope to be able to write like this some day.

Message from this poem could be, as the Gods say, look at those fools rushing through life without appreciating what they have in front of them and always craving for more without enjoying it.

[Coyote Poetry]

"always craving for more without enjoying it." You are very wise. This was the reason for the poem. We are never content with what we have. Thank you for reading and the amazing comment.

[Pryde Foltz]

The title grabbed me right away, Coyote. I recently wrote a piece called Now, You Lay Me Down … I feel now that it is the Coles Notes to this wonderful expressive novella of a poem. Pretty awesome write, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I have found time to read the ancient writers. They have taught me to write with your heart and soul. Writing is a on-going goal of writing better.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

A strong and deep write, friend. So many points to learn from or study for further interpretation.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Old age teaches us to walk slower and enjoy the view.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

That it does.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed this. It was a fine read. Have you visited the online Jack London collection at Sonoma.edu? It was founded by Charles Shultz (author of the Peanuts comic strip) and his wife for fellow fans of Jack's work. My favorite thing about Jack is that he wrote from real life and was an incurable romantic in the artistic sense of the word. He was also a man's man; adventurer, explorer, hobo, professional boxer, rancher and wanderer. He was no stranger to hard work or poverty. An amazing character himself in real life. There are many faces of love and God. I like the question, "Do the gods look to save men in foxholes?" I think God looks to save all men...everywhere. But men are ashamed of their imperfect nature and so they hide from the perfect nature.( It is a simple thing to seek. It is a harder thing to find. But the most difficult of all is to claim and keep what is yours and call it "mine".) So it is with men and their will. Perhaps if they surrendered their will to God instead of fighting to have everything their own way? But men like it so. They like to be the "captain's of their own destiny"...if man were as loyal as a good dog...he might be a good sight better off. Just my thoughts. Love this work, great stuff.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I read the book "When God laughs'. Twice in two weeks. London and Dryden had become my favorite. I got lucky and bought a collection of the great writers from a Library sale. Five dollars got me six books written from 1890-1911. I have some good books to read for a few weeks.

[MsJewel]

There are so many layers to this poem, it really is an incredible work of art my friend. There are so many wonderful lines to repeat and remember - "you are sweeter than fresh fall honey" possibly my favorite - but again there are so many.

Your talent shines here my friend. I will read this one again and again.
:) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Julie. Took me many years and mistakes to know the real love.

[Dhaye]

I have read from part one to part 3, CP.
This line from part 2 captivated me most:
"Men learn too late to know good from evil."
We have to accept that man is truly imperfect. Man is a great sinner. Often, he recognize his mistakes at the end when it was too late. But it is still good that man knew his mistakes. It will be a lesson learned, and somehow acts shouldn't be done once more.
Nice poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I have three daughters and six sisters. I watch men make foolish mistakes. I made many myself. You are right. A wise person don't repeat their mistakes.

[Lydia Shutter]

Jack London certainly inspires you....and I can understand why. "You are sweeter than fresh fall honey" what a line to leave a man with....a line and a kiss to last through the years. She made such an impact on you. I get lost in these autobiographical writes of yours! I could see her smile lighting up the night and see you watching her long legs as they approached. Then there is the other part of your poem....the old man explaining how love needs time to grow and to bloom. Yes, love can make a person weak or strong....it is the antithesis of itself at times, is it not? So much to mention about your write, but I would be writing a poem of my own here! Just know that I thoroughly enjoy your words, my friend. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I re-read Jack London book today. His words gave me positive motivation. We need to read to learn and improve.