We must be, like a river.

Some words.

We must be, like a river

("Bacchus wine are a treasure,

Drinking is the soldier pleasure;

Rich the pleasure,

sweet the pleasure,

sweet is the pleasure after pain."

----John Dryden)

I told the Pacific ocean,

I have forgotten more than I remember.

I danced alone for the midnight moon,

moving and grooving to the sound of Jim Morrison song,

"L.A woman."

Once I chased a good death,

once I knew the madness of seeking the highest mountain to climb,

now I dance with the Winter storms and I pray to the goddess of the sea.

Give me good days, Big Sur and the pretty ladies.

I go to my bottle of Tequila, I pour the salt to my skin, bite the lemon and I drink

the tequila. I taste the salt. I love the tequila, make you feel the strength of the Mexican desert plants and

make you believe. We can be more than we are.

Two girls come near,

pale skin goth girls who knew.

Johnnie would be dancing with the sea alone.

The requested the tequila and I put the salt on willing hands,

I gave them  lemons and I handed them the bottle. They drank willingly and abundantly.

They laughed and asked. I hope you brought more Tequila Johnnie.

It is a half moon and we don't need the truth.

The half moon, the liar's moon love the tequila songs.

Luna was dresses in black lace, ginger hair and fiery eyes of coffee brown. She told me.

Katy told me, damn Johnnie left us again at the Irish Pub. He is drinking and praying to the

moon and the stars. He knew I had my sage and I wanted to join him. So here we are wild man.

I looked at Luna and Katy. They were herbalist, tarot card readers and artist. He befriended them at their small

shop year ago. They liked him. He liked the girls who demanded nothing and wanted nothing from him. Katy was a natural beauty, no make-up, free flowing dark black hair and demanding hazel eyes. She wore her multi-colored cotton dress and the gentle Pacific breezed push the dress away showing sun-kissed and strong legs.

They demanded more tequila and he poured the salt to their hands and he told them. I am glad you are here. Good  night to sing and dance for the sea. We can pray to Amphitrite and maybe find some peace. They laughed at his words and Luna told him.

You can be your crazy self and I brought my white sage. I will burn the sage, kneel and chant for people who sought healing.

Many people came to our shop. Asked me and Katy. To pray for them. Katy told me. The half moon, Johnnie favorite. He will drink till he isn't drunk no-more. We need to make him pray with us. The Ojibwa crazy man do bare weight with the sleeping spirits. We will steal his drink and we will do the Bacchus dance together. I handed them some lemons and the bottle of tequila and I smiled and I told them. Let's drink till we can't no-more. I brought my sage, my meditating rocks and I am glad to have the company of kind and beautiful ladies.

They drank the tequila heavily and they smiled. They tossed off their shoes and they embraced me tightly. Luna whispered, We won't allow you to die. Nasty Death can't have you yet. In my tarot card, the cards told me. You have seen hell and heaven. You hold the weight of things, you could not control. We won't drink to yesterday, we will drink for today and for tomorrow. My dark poet friend, we will bless you with luck and good days. I kissed both girls and I told them. We have the tequila, we have the half moon and I have the prettiest and kindest girls of Pacific Grove. I am already blessed with the perfect night.

The moon smiled and the stars joined them in the dance. Three people dancing with the moving sea. Laughter, song and joy allowed the sea goddess Amphitrite to feel their hopeful energy. She was content and she would grant their wishes.

Dancing Coyote

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A long, long read, John.. full of signs and sights and memories of the sweetest and an honest times. Your romances are so full of atmosphere, no regrets, inevitably times of pleasure but asides that make for reality, lessons heard, shared and learned. And here there was more than one smile and me sitting here, = smiling at the memories you could talk about for a lifetime or more! The burning of the sage.. indeed! .

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. I still burn the sage at Lake St. Clair. I appreciate the comment my dear friend.

[emmajoy]

You're always welcome, John. Hope all's well with your family. Wishing you safe and cosy.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

So very detailed and paints a picture in you're mind. Love the word play. You are very talented. Awesome write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

You're welcome

[barleygirl]

This is one of your best, as far as crafting drinking details in a way that symbolizes life philosophies, such as: "tequila makes you feel the strength of the Mexican desert plants" . . . also I love how you wordplay with a few overall concepts, setting the scene & mood for a couple paragraphs first, before you dive into your specific story, which is well-told (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. I need a year at Big Sur.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Enjoyable read full of life, laughter, dancing, drinking sounds like my paradise haha... loved the line
"I told the Pacific ocean,
I have forgotten more than I remember.
I danced alone for the midnight moon,
moving and grooving to the sound of Jim Morrison song,
"L.A woman." Got me to realize up to the minute of things your living breathing machine enjoying the continual ride of life. keep writing sincerely your friend poetry and life.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

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Like a river who has tide and ebb our life is also defined by this high and low. But despite of this rivers keep flowing.... We are also meant to flow that way...
Your poem defines this love happiness and sorrow so beautifully.
Very nice read

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear poet for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As with so many of your spiritual pieces Coyote John this is so beautifully full of gentility and love and sadness. But more importantly the story and your voice tell of hope in everything!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. I could use a year near the Pacific. Maybe burn some sage.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

A strong, wonderful, and deep poem that I really enjoyed. Your words are wonderful and intricate as always, and your descriptions detailed and pleasant to read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I need a year near the Pacific.