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

[deeps]

Yells, we are the Kings of the Forest.
Drink to peace and love.
I drink my whiskey.
Do a silence prayer for the innocense.

Love this right here, This is one amazing write I must say. Wonderful!

[Bud]

It appears this Remarkably Magnificent piece has turned out to be most prophetic...

"A day is coming when fear and hate will blind us."

This may not be completely here or maybe it is, but either way the full effect is quickly approaching. What has all that has been, been for? Do we not learn from our mistakes? When will the world or at least a part of it learn? Morals are nearly a forgotten relic of the past. Family is all but a word recorded in an historic museum. Humanity is nearly a tale of fiction as much so as 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea... We are on a collision course with eternal death, and it appears that we have crossed our last line of opportunity to change our final destiny... Scripture is absolutely correct in the revelation that, "Knowledge is a burden. It weighs heavy on the heart.". Once you know, you always know. My heart certainly weighs what I feel to be the weight of the world.

[~A.J.P.~]

The unique wisdom of youth. Well said.

[Poeticpiers]

I read you loud and clear.In youth we are quick to judge but matirity improves us as it does good whisky not to tossed off at a single gulp but savoured slowly. Our descendants may curse us for our wasteful ways but they will do as we had to adapt to the world as they find

[Bear]

30 years... time flows onward; I too wish we humans would "get it together" and live life to the fullest; enjoy the differences for there are so few.
Fine write... thanks for sharing!!
Sallie Bear

[Sorry Infamous]

"My world is crying like a forgotten child."
This line was brilliant. The whole poem stunning.