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
Daily Archive: March 9, 2026
Burning sage for no violence.
(Michigan Republicans wants a new law. No license to carry weapons. How is it working in Texas? An old poem. Killed and shot many in Austin, Texas last week. I believe. You are… Continue reading
The fortunate ones.
The fortunate ones. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near. The long summer days, blessings for us who love the free wildflowers and… Continue reading
She is free.
She is free. 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. Love should be… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
My singing nightingale.
My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song. We may find the… Continue reading
My father’s war.
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading