Memorial Day poetry. One more day…
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember the men and women, who gave all. Keep freedom alive and stand for the right things. Twenty one gun salute.. Loyalty Duty … Continue reading
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember the men and women, who gave all. Keep freedom alive and stand for the right things. Twenty one gun salute.. Loyalty Duty … Continue reading
My brother had died. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Brotherhood of Soldiers. We fight for freedom. To defend our land from a enemy attacking the USA. My brother had died. Old age led… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Just men… Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq.… Continue reading
My lady.. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I… Continue reading
Thankful.. I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty one years old.Holding my Grandson.His first birthday was today.His big… Continue reading
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walking… Continue reading
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me.. I sip my… Continue reading
Be the willow tree. Accept the winds of life and dance freely with her. A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot… Continue reading
She never promised forever and I didn’t know love would peak than fall, so quickly. Deeper and deeper love would take us.Make us anticipate a sweet lullaby of two in a forever place.She… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams.. I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading