The paradox of a soldier.
The paradox of a soldier.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide our life. Ensure you figure out what you need. The paradox of a soldier.. The paradox of a soldier. He loved war, … Continue reading
Monthly Archive: October, 2025
When I am done.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading
Just men.
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine.
Vinegar and sweet wine. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
Need more love letters.
Need more love letters. I gave my dearest love, I gave my kindest gal, a love letter. She caressed the letter and she told me. I thought you forgotten me dear lover. Do… Continue reading
Empty cups.
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
Lady midnight.
Lady midnight… I found you again my dear lady midnight. Too much whiskey, too much loneliness and you are looking so sweet, in your satin and silky nightgown. You straddle me and I… Continue reading
The Jazzy Friday nights.
The Jazzy Friday nights… The jazz is best on Friday night in Austin, Texas. So many people roaming the city and the jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good.… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song.
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading