A killer on the road..
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) My time in the Middle East. Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipping his coffee.He watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and… Continue reading
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Broken bones and unkempt promises..
Broken bones and unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.” Broken bones and unkempt promises.. Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace.. Written in 1978.
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off?” Men, whiskey and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
What will I remember?
What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on to? Family? Family? Grandparent, family? Love? Love? Friendship? War.. I believe. I will remember everything and wish for… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights..
Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in… Continue reading
Tender loving care..
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.” Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Can’t go back..
Can’t go back.. Last time I saw you. You were covering your face and hiding tears. I knew when I exit the door. I couldn’t return. I had everything once and wanted more.… Continue reading
Missing pieces. Part two.
Missing pieces. Part two.. In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs.… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.” She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading