Roses are read and violets are blue.

A Freddy Fender Tuesday.

 Roses are red and violets are blue.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue and
you have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern.

Pretty flowers have turned black and
the whiskey is tasting better.
Your beautiful face is becoming lost in the bliss of Jack Daniels
 and my good friend Jim Beam.

I told the bartender.
I was a lover once,
I was a dreamer once.
Now I’m a drinker.
Trying to find peace in the blindness of alcohol and forgotten dreams.

Rose are red and
violet are blue.
We bleed red blood when the knife is put in deep
and with a purpose.

Beautiful blue eyes woman walked out of my door.
Told me . You was dead to me.
You swim in s**t and believe it will be roses in the morning.
Can’t love part way. You must go all the way or walk away.

I’m falling apart and
there is no-one to pick me up me, when you can’t find the way back.

Whiskey songs are written by fools who wasted love.
Held hate and misery near.

Today I got my cigarettes, dirty ashtrays and strong whiskey.
Ghost of old lovers haunt my dreams and
I’m waiting for no-one.

Roses are red and the violets are blue.
Old tavern is loaded with fools who wasted the good thing.

                    Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Life dishes out things beyond our control sometimes and sometimes we slip into despair before we climb out and reach for the heights again. Rather like mourning, you have to go through it to get to the other end. Nice writing reflective of bygone days where living was hard and unforgiving and feelings were bottled up inside.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was Freddy Fender fault. His music, my music of my youth. Drinking, dancing and enjoying life with the good song. A pleasure, we can enjoy. Thank you Andrew for reading and the kind words.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

"One soul, one loved heart holding to something that has gone. Tears and tears you have shed but nothing would help. You have loved and be loved by someone. Hold on that feeling and you are never alone".

Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old poem dear Sarah. My poor wife of 26 years had accepted my craziness. Thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.

[willweb]

This definitely rings of a country song, but an older one, back in the days when love mattered and men and women wanted each other. Now, who knows what they are singing about. It seems anymore like relationships are nothing that will last very long. People I think fall out of love so fast because they don't really know what love is and it definitely ain't something you will find at the bottom of that bottle. This was good my friend. Hopefully more will read and comment. This place feels like that lonely bar most of the time.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Will. I agree. The old songs had meaning and the voices were special. Few can sing a love song like Freddy Fender.

[keith]

freddie fender is from elsa texas in the southern most corner of texas, the rio grande valley
after his climb to country music fame following his 'cult' hit... till the teardrops fall he moved to corpus christi texas on the gulf coast
he performed many many many times at local dance halls on saturday nights
he was a local hero
i saw him perform 12 or 15 times ... 'biggest dance' in the valley
(zz top played the valley several times following their first record hit the charts ... 'somebody else been shakin your tree' & selina was 'IT' as far as the tex-mex population of south texas from san antonio south)

[Coyote Poetry]

I wish I heard him. He was my Mexican grandfather favorite. His songs were my songs too. His songs, some of the best drinking song. Thank you Keith for reading and the comment.

[keith]

from the barrios come some of the best!