Whiskey dreams are still the same

Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.

                  

                        

                             Whiskey dreams are still the same.

                     ( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don't change too much )

 
Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard.
 
We sing if " I were the king of the forest.

I would allow the world to be free.

We would dance and sing.

Till the light of the morning."

After the song.

Silence overtake us.

We order more whiskey and tell stories of woman and adventure.

Iran today is holding our people hostage today.

The USA is broke with no place to seek help.

Poor Jimmy Carter had a big mess to fix. 
I write some words.
 
'My world is crying like a forgotten child.
Crying for all the sadness surrounding each soul in this world.
Where all humans could learn to cherish life, love and kindness.
But these are the goals faded away with the memory of WW2.
Now our world seem to live for fear, threat of war and violence.
Powerful countries afraid to stop and talk peace.
A day is coming when fear and hate will blind us.
There will be no tears for the innocent in front of the War machine.
One day. Too late."
 
We will realize.
We are marching toward to a destine death.
 
My German friend give me a whiskey.
Yelled, "We are the Kings of the Forest.
Drink to peace and love.

Drink to stopping murder and violence.

Please lord. Never again."
 
I drink my whiskey and look around the Guesthaus.

I'm thankful for good friends and some hope.

I don't  know.

"Maybe one day man will learn a lesson.

We are just flesh and bone.

Need food and love to survive.

Not guns and hate."

 
Do a silence prayer for the innocent.
 
                         Coyote
        (Written in a bar in Germany 30 years ago. )               
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Author's Note

A old poem when I was young and hopeful. Today I'm wiser and kinder. I still pray for peace. So my grandchildren and all children may have a fair chance at a good life.

Reviews

[Melissa]

This poem raises a good question...when will the world realize to stop being at war with eachother? When the time comes when we have to work together to survive....I guess it will be the survival of the fittest. I realy enjoyed this poem...I felt like I was sitting right their drinking whiskey with you

[MuSe Ampoule]

We are blind. But I'll have a drink to that. Hope springs eternal.

[Kelley]

Great poem and like you said the war machine just keeps marching on.. Reminds me of something I wrote a few years ago about the Viet Nam war.

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Honeypot]

This is really good. You are right. We unfortunately don't learn about the things that are really important until it is too late. Even 30 years ago you had a gift for poetry. :-)

[Charles]

The day is upon us, hastened by ignorance and by disrespect for the land, the spirits and fellow man. Too bad, so much is lost - we might be able to get it back but it will take much work. I like best your line about your world crying like a forgotten child - because that'a what we are. And, the world must cry for all the waste and wasred life delivered to our doorsteps by Uncle's war machine (not just our uncle, but everyone's). What can we do? Based on your Medicine Wheel poem and this one, I'd say we best remember these lines to a song: the answer is blowing in the wind. Happy trails.

[James K. Blaylock]

This is very powerful and it stands the test of time... as it is still with the shape of our world today. Great write! Be blessed.

"There will be no tears for the innocense in front of the War machine."

jkb

[Amanda Turner]

I'll raise a glass to peace...and you sir :)

[Music's Color]

Very prophetic, very true. This truly shows how, even then, it was evident that this world would be blinded, would tear itself apart. It's excellent, really.

[Hello, Goodbye]

You had me at 'Drinking Whiskey...'

[KL]

Stunning, and incredible that a writing 30 years young survived the passage of time to capture a moment (or several moments) of your creative thought.

I'll drink to peace. Let the blind live in their own shadows.

[Saskia Liddick]

Saskia says that's powerful, not much has changed, even though you came up with this a solid 30 years ago, according to the poem at least.
That's powerful stuff, I wish things could be better. but they aren't.

- Saskia