Words

Do words have value?

Words

Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world.

I believed I was invincible and I had the answers. I believed I could help my world.

I didn't want to be the watcher. I wanted to travel, test life and seek the things of beauty and mystery.

I believed a silence man, was a useless man.

I wrote upon a pieces of  paper for 50 years now.  The truth and I feel, like.

My words, just like leaves falling to ground in the Fall.

Just written and forgotten.

I read the war poets, they didn't love war. They wanted to touch the ground of home,

to sit with a lover under a willow tree and sing the praise of life, of love. Not the death song.

The carousel of life made brave man, the quiet man.

I understand Salinger silence now and I know Bukowski vision.

We write and we write. Just words.

For who?

I sought war once and I learn. War steal the best from us.

I learn, just dead soldiers gone forever.

Did they fight for reason and purpose?

I body bags many and I pray for every one.

"Spirit of life and death. A brother soldier is coming to you.

Please accept them into a better place,

where they can rest.

Now the Lake St. Clair poet write.

"Violence create more violence,

hate create more hatred,

no-one win in war.

Except the contractors of the war machine.

Please make our leaders learn,

war killed the wealth of our nation, of our world.

Our children.

Please teach our leaders.

Please lead with concern and kindness.

Listen to each other.

The blood song will kill the hope and dreams of our youth.

I have grandchildren now.

I wanted to stop war before they must fight the old men wars.

The war song, the song of greed, so loud. Word of Peace became silence..

Once I sang  the song of peace, of love.

Now I write silence prayers.

No more war.

We need the hands offering food, water and medicine to places in need.

Kindness create friendship, kindness create healing."

The old St. Clair poet burn the white sage and

he whispered. A silence voice, a silence pen. We accepted war as norm. 

We are a part of the messy world.

Where are the men of peace?

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is everything I think about society, but never bother to say becuz such quiet sentiments of peace are rarely heard over the clamor of people who need to fight about everything. It's amazing how we have a new prez & it's just a whole new array of fighting over different s**t now. I'm sorry. I'm still stuck in my flower-child years when people didn't give a jaded scoff to those who believe in giving peace a chance. I love you for always making your way around to this msg, about giving peace a chance, even tho it feels like turmoil & violence are the mainstream (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

I tried dear Margie. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[AYVID N]

That's a great question! Where are the men of peace? I often fear we are destroying ourselves and our children. We live, eat, sleep and breathe conflict and it is like air to us! We have forgotten the art of living and I fear we shall pay for it with our generations. Thank you for this beautifully written poem, my dear friend Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Divya. "We live, eat, sleep and breathe conflict and it is like air to us!"
Thank you for reading and the comment my kind friend.

[Helen]

Just words, but powerful ones Coyote and important ones to express. Like the poets, all any of us want is to “to sit with a lover under a willow tree and sing the praise of life, of love“ and yet that is not the world we live in.

I am not sure if you are berating yourself (and others) in the lines below, but sometimes the most power we have is to pray and be one of many men (and women) of peace offering up our silent prayers with faith that the Universe can heal from human sickness.

“Word of Peace became silence..
Once I sang the song of peace, of love.
Now I write silence prayers”

[Helen]

I wanted to stop war before they must fight the old men wars.

Such a powerful line. The wars in the world today are the inheritance from old men of yesterday and yet it is our children and grandchildren - and children and grandchildren around the world who must pay the price!

[Coyote Poetry]

I fear for my grandchildren dear Helen. What kind of words did we leave for them? The world is changing. Life had less value. Coronavirus will kill a million USA citizens. The government had accepted the death count. Many kinds of war my friend. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Crowley]

The words do fall like leaves, but hopefully the wind blows them into the hands of someone who needs them. We are the bards of the new world. Everyone discounts the bard until death or tragedy is upon them, then all of the sudden they are our biggest fan. You keep writing and promoting peace. It is what we have. Fantastic writing as always!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Even with the coronavirus. Men are wanting to fight. Men are foolish.