“Perhaps, perhaps my love”
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading
July 4th. I have stood with 15,000 Soldiers. A division of Soldier believing in freedom and the… Continue reading
Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the… Continue reading
The Man Who Couldn’t Cry The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some, you will feel like a free God and you will know the walls… Continue reading
Just love – A soldier story 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… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.) I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
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,… Continue reading