Tag Archive: Family

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Shadows of war..

Shadows of war. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear… Continue reading →

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Sanctuary of love and kindness..

Grandparent, family. Sanctuary of love and kindness…. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always  an open doors went… Continue reading →

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Words, never spoken..

Words, never spoken… Last year was very hard. 2024, I lost a family member to suicide. Today I miss her voice and I yearn to talk to her again. I miss her smile… Continue reading →

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I remember you..

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading →

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Souvenirs..

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs… A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf,sea shells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading →

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My misery and the whiskey..

My misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1992 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading →

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Hands of stone..

Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading →

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My grandmother hope and wishes..

(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading →

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The lost generation.. The French mother. Chapter four.

Pryde caressed his face till he finally was in a sound sleep. She saw the small small back-pack. She went to the small back-pack. She opened up the back-pact. She saw two books.… Continue reading →

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A penny for your thoughts.. And a Nick Cave afternoon.

A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and  thank you… Continue reading →

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