Many strong thoughts written Jacob. Wrong or right? Hard to decide sometimes. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
It is very hard to decide...exactly...
j.
1 Year Ago
You are welcome Jacob. I am glad you are doing okay.
Hai, Jacob,l my friend and most esteemed and treasured Poet!
I have been two-timed more than one time in my life, fortunately not by my late wife, though I truthfully deserved the reward of as such ...
At times, I am almost angry at you ... Why? ... Because of your heart's ability to fly, to set to wing, to soar and wander whereat mine can seem to go no more ... And yet, it is not jealousy, no, Hell's F*****g No! ... It is simply my own desire to return to that Muse I used to love so, that Muse and love of my life that I owe, I owe, I Goddamn F*****g sure do owe, to her, to me myself, and all those who need to know that LIFE: LIFE hurts, Life's living hurts, not just our concept of Love ... This is a beautiful piece of poetry that I do wish I could duplicate, emulate, imitate at this juncture of my life in being left behind, love denied, and betrayed at love a final time of one that hast no clue what she shall do when my attention's money is gone and doing without becomes her song left to her by all those young whippersnappers who caressed her fur, but did nothing to line the shelves of her life's security of any future ... They call them hoes for a reason ... Just met my very first (I do hope last) one ... and this poem speaks to me, very personally, of as such that is truly real to me this day ...
As always, you set to pen of page, only that rage of the finest and most noteworthy beautiful poetry ... Old Man's Honor! ...
I saw water droplets frozen inside my bathroom window like a marble collection of tiny ice spheres gathered to the sill just yesterday. 8 degrees. I was outside for a few minutes and my lips froze. Then I called my daughter and they have been at thirty below. Somebody really does always have it worse I guess.
Masterfully written with just the right doses of poetic excellence. Deep meanings pervade every nook and cranny. I hope your coldest days turn into warm, cozy times by the fireplace. Warm cup of cocoa or coffee might help.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..