Passing through..
Passing through.. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Tag Archive: anti war
The gospel told by the common man…
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals.” The Gospel told by a common man Men with wife and children.Fugitive to the ability to succeed.… Continue reading
Lost prayers…
Lost prayers.. Once careless man sought peace in war. He didn’t learn peace. He learn the law of the gun, the law of the hate, the law of the death whispers. In Bosnia,… Continue reading
Children in time…
Children in time.. (The old world is gone. The whole world had gone silence. Time for our leaders to gather as one to cure this terrible sickness. I pray the leaders learn. We… Continue reading
One more day…
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute.. Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
Killer on the road..
Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipped his coffee andhe watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and murmured a pray.I will miss you my wife, my children.He… Continue reading
Mercy..
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading
When the war is over…
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Empty spaces…
Empty spaces.. Once I was dancing, rambling, drinking and free man. I was seeking the good death. Wanted to test my mind, I wanted to test my body. I wanted to understand war,… Continue reading
Father never cried..
Father never cried… My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading