Category Archive: poetry

Memorial day poetry- Just love

Just love   This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader. It was a Friday night… Continue reading

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Stellar Minx

Originally posted on The Frankly Speaking Press:
Stellar Minx celestial rocks break free from intergalactic rides streaking in their final blaze of glory across charcoal cajun blackened skies sprinkled with shimmering stars and…

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Johnnie song and verbal poetry.

  Thank you for listening. Dancing Coyote

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Memorial day poem – A Soldier prayer

(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… Continue reading

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Memorial poetry – The war is over

The war is over   The war is over for you, my friend. The taps was played, many soldiers stood near your grave. A soldier is resting now and he had found peace… Continue reading

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A Soldier and Me – Original Poem

Originally posted on Recruiterpoet Blog:
By Mark A. Leon He said he’d write as we said goodbye Dressed in his best shirt and tie He was a boy I swore my life I…

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“I remember you, I remember us”

I remember you, I remember us   Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang,… Continue reading

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The lulls of your lullaby

The lulls of your lullaby   I thirst for darkness, not light. I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade, I want the divine kiss and the long… Continue reading

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“Like a whisper”

(Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Like a whisper   (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way… Continue reading

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Memorial day poetry- For father

(Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.) Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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