Category Archive: suicide

New York city ( Part one)

New York city lights       I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took a leave after I arrived in the USA… 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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Pray for Brittany Maynard

  Dear Brittany I don’t know you. But I know you are important to many. I have prayed for you and I will keep praying. Dear lord of life and death. Need a… Continue reading

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Silence and listen

                             Two brothers who committed suicide. Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen.… Continue reading

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The gathering

              Good friend lost to war with his two girls and my daughter     The gathering (Combination of a poem written in 1992 and today. Nothing… Continue reading

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Last person standing

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.                                Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading

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Oh Captain, Oh captain. Where are you now? “The gray whale”

 Oh Captain, Oh captain. Where are you Now?   (All of us feel weak and alone. I have been saved often. I tried to save some people. A kind voice and open arms… Continue reading

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We must lead with kindness. Hell-bend highway

Two brother who committed suicide. Strong bodies, laughter and they thought death was better than life.           Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved.… Continue reading

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Life can be hard. “Russian roulette”

              Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.… Continue reading

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Life is fair. We must be saved and we must save the people we love.

You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.                                          … Continue reading

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