Drink before the war..

Some mini-poetry.

Drink before the war..

1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’.

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine …

2-Yeats, ‘A Drinking Song’.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die …

3- He obstinate from conversation. Now he sit alone and he drinks for many people. He want emptiness, to forget.

He sought, whiskey and the pretty gals once.

Damn war, the damn world left him feeling helpless.

We killed children, we destroyed cities and the fat men in Washington D.C, they make excuses.

He raised a finger of whiskey to the sky. And he told the night. Please Odin,Please keep the whiskey warm and coming to us.

The soldier prayer, we do.

"Ares, please remember us.

We love the song,

we love the drink and

we love the pretty gals.

Please keep the whiskey strong and

please accept our fallen brothers into Valhalla.

One day, us old soldiers who survived the wars.

Need places to rest, a place to forget war.

We do get tired Ares.

Lets drink some more and pray.

We can live another day."

Dancing Coyote.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

"Where we go, then?", he asked as he was holding his brother in his arms. His voice was trembling and the cold wind was crying on the lonely battlefield. His brother was gone before he could answer.
The war had taken all.
And to this day, the wind repeated the questions without an answer;
'where we go, then?'

[Coyote Poetry]

You live in Europe dear Sarah. I saw many WW2 graveyards in Europe. One near Paris, four miles square boxed in. They make you know. Our freedom wasn't free. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

My two grandfathers were on war, not WW2 but in Finland. They both survived but what was the price for it? Shattered body and mind. I did not knew them because one of them died before I was born and the other had broken his mind. I do not remember him well. I would have had hoped a better life for them. But because of them, I live in a free country. I am thankfull and love them both.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My great grandfather was in the Civil War. My grandfather was in WWI. My father was in WWII. My brother fought in Vietnam. My son-in-law is special forces stationed in Alaska. I'm tired of war. I'd like to go to my grave in peace not worrying about the state of the world for the sake of my grandchildren. It ain't gonna happen. But as old as I am I'd still pick up my rifle and go the front line to fight if needed. But well into my sixth decade I wouldn't much like crawling around in a foxhole. It's not the best of environments.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too Fabian. Good reason, 40 year old men. The Military don't want no-more. Thank you fo0r reading and the comment.

[Ken e Bujold]

a damn fine bit of writing here John. a definite swing for the fences that lands in the upper deck.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[AYVID N]

Wine is an elixir....Whiskey numbs the pain...
The war has made so many wonderful soldiers helpless with pain.
They need the wine, its strong anesthetic embrace.
I appreciate your beautifully expressed words

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya for reading and the comment. War destroy countries, harm people and kill the dreams of the soldiers.

[AYVID N]

You are welcome always, dear Coyote.

[John the Baptist]

I don't know about praying to Mars/Aries, C. He's the god of war. Without it, he'd be jobless.

[Coyote Poetry]

You could be right. Mar/Aries. Interesting characters in the myth. I rather befriend him, than not. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Cattleya]

Very amazing I truly enjoyed this poem ☺️

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Einstein Noodle]

such deep pain soldier ... i can only hear what you say in your poems Coyote Man ... wishing you well dear friend
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. The good song make the old mind wander away. Old soldiers, always remember the friends. Who didn't come home.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... we do :( ...........