Memorial Day poetry. Soldier on.
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial Day. May 30. Soldier on…. Memorial Day is coming, and I will put coins on the fallen soldier’s gravestone. In the early morning… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. The soldier table..
I left a boy, I came back a season man.I learned the drills of the soldier,befriended many good men and women. Soldiers drink, soldiers dance and they celebrate each new day. I followed… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Old soldier..
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Please tell me a story..
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory..
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
I tried to remember..
I tried to remember..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014) I tried to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
Love and war. We shall know..
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Easy to separate. 1- War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out… Continue reading
The animal..
The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading
Dead ends…
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends.. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
The violence sea..
The Violence Sea .. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading