“Petite mort- part two
Petite mort part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle… Continue reading
Petite mort part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle… Continue reading
Truth and knowing peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thinking too much Truth and knowing peace Sober mornings leave the careless men with decaying love, to swim in… Continue reading
My brother had died. (7222 men and woman had died in war in Iraq and Afghanistan. Soldiers are serving in both location today.) Old age led me to hard decisions. To laugh… Continue reading
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. ————————————————————————————————————————– Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you… Continue reading
The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me order a… Continue reading
Down, baby down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Down, baby, down Dreaming and believing. Living and dying. Loving and hating. Lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or… Continue reading
Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading