Category Archive: Soldier

“Two good men”

Two good men A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story of two Soldiers Two different stories. Both are sad and needed to be written. Pray for the soldiers today. Remember men and woman… Continue reading

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“Salute Old Glory and thank a Veteran.”

Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need to remember a good friend. We live in a world where few of us are not touched by war.… Continue reading

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No regret

No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.                                   No regret… I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, 2000. I like to swim in old… Continue reading

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Endings and beginnings

                                         First love. Last love?                  … Continue reading

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Arousing illusion

    Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the… Continue reading

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Be flexible branches than dead roots

Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be flexible branches not… Continue reading

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Please read. Kalia story is non-fiction about war and being a Marine

Thoughts From Baghdad A Book by Kalila The crazy things that go through my head in Iraq. Chapters Thoughts From Baghdad .oo1 Thoughts From Baghdad .oo2 Thoughts From Baghdad .oo3 Thoughts From Baghdad… Continue reading

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My small books of thoughts

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading

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Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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“Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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