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
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
My father’s mind, my father’s wars. If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few times when the rum was aplenty.Who… Continue reading
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial day poetry. Soldier on. Memorial day is coming and I will put coins on the fallen soldiers grave stone. In the early… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Delia. O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading
Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening to… Continue reading
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow… He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading
I could not ask for more. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading