The angels don't cry for me.

Old poetry with a re-write.

The Angels don’t cry for me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. We, just must learn, to live with the foolishness already done. 

The Angels don’ cry for me.

The kind Angels don’t cry or pray for a man with no conscious.

They can give only soft caresses to his forehead, to calm uncontrolled anger and bad energy.

I sat by the Monterey Bay wishing to be somewhere else.

I was haunted by mistakes.

My greed for flesh and money had  left me alone and desperate.

The sun fell into sea and I watched the first star appear of the night.

I wished upon the first star.

For a dark eyed girl to come back to me.

Then I remembered I was the foolish man  who left her.

Left her with tears in her beautiful brown eyes.

Her haunting words are a part of me now.” Please stay with me. If you leave me.

No-one would ever love me again.”

 I sat drowning in self pity and anger.

Wished a fool’s dream.

To go back in time and hold on to her, like my last breathe of life.

Angels don’t forgive the cold and heartless men.

Men who drain young flesh and leave them for dead.

I found her once on a sunny Summer day.

My brown eyed girl came to me and

she put her arms around me.

She Whispered “I forgive you. Please take care of yourself.”

She walked away with a true love, hand in hand.

I saw she found joy in a man who knew he held a real diamond.

I drank my tequila alone and told the world to back off by the Seaside ocean.

I fell into the cold sea and

I tried to feel some kind of emotion.

I finally cried  tears for breaking a sweet woman heart.

I sat and waited for the sun to rise from the east.

Not knowing if a man could be forgiven for deeds done without heart or conscious?

I pray to the Gods of the sea, the sky and the earth for forgiveness.

I tossed the tequila down. I walked the cold and lonely beach.

The kind Angels are crying for me now.

They are praying for a man who held greed and hate as his love.

I sat by the sea wet, cold and understanding.

Love is the most beautiful and sweetest gift.

 When a sweet woman open up her heart and soul to you.

Hold on to her tightly.

Give long and sweet kisses and

don’t let go.

                                    Coyote

                                  Sept 1992

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

That's some powerful advice at the end Coyote. Don't turn away from love. This poem made me think of Hemingway. I felt the same energy I get reading and learning about him as I read your poem. Maybe poetry is a kind of time machine. We relive the past and try to make it right, if only in words. If she did find true love then letting her go was right, as much as it may have hurt.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right William. The beautiful Scottish gal had a heart of gold. Young Johnnie didn't know the value of a good woman yet. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

The title reminded me of an old song. “ Where angels go trouble follows.” A movie of the same name I think. You have really mastered the technique of good writing John, very impressive as always you deliver the message and art so well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Andrew. I could use a years near any sea. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

Me too, love the sea watching the weather.

[John the Baptist]

Edith Piaf may have sung "No regrets," but in real life there are regrets, sometimes deep ones. The speaker here is reminiscing on a girl he once dumped, now aware that she was the best thing that ever happened to him. It is well to recall mistakes as part of a corrective process, but in the end, it's all water under the bridge.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes, you are right my friend. Time and distance healed all wounds. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Soren]

The loss of love is worse than the inability to attain it. Carelessness, inattentiveness, selfishness all leave us with loneliness. A melancholic write but deeper than just the story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren for reading and the comment. We are always learning. Some lessons are harder than the others.

[AYVID N]

She was beautiful...

You lost a lot but you learned so much.
You found love and lost love and yet the Angels weep for you.

To be loved in itself is a blessing and you had it in abundance.

I'll learn from your words and never let go of someone so special.

Thank your for sharing such spiritual awakening....

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad dear Divya. Men believe, they control the world. They don't. Women do. They teach the children how to love, be kind. A kind woman can make a world wonderful. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[AYVID N]

Its my pleasure always, dear Coyote.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

A great piece of writing with full of colors of sadness and longing but there's also a little, bright light shining through of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Sarah. All of us learn. The gift of love and kindness is rare.

[willweb]

Such a sad but endearing tale with a message that everyone should heed. This was beautifully crafted my friend. I could feel the heartbeat in this, pulsating rhythmically with the theme you have chosen.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem for a Scottish gal. I almost marry in 1978. Karma kicked my a*s for many years. I learn karma paid in four-folds. Thank you Will for reading and the comment.