Tag Archive: Father

Father’s wars, my father lasting sins. A beautiful Morgan Myles song.

Father’s wars, my father lasting sins.. (My served in the Korea war and the Vietnam war. After the war, he killed three people in bars for disrespecting his Ojibwa/Mexican face. Took him 50… Continue reading

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Killed and killed..

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.  Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum when I was a… Continue reading

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The sins of our father’s.

The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.    Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine… Continue reading

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Father’s burden….

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.  Father’s burden….           (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to… Continue reading

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Sins of our father…

(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.  Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading

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Father never cries

 Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading

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Do the fallen remember?…

  Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading

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My father’s song

My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.)     Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading

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We are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading

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July fourth poetry. Nonfiction, Shadows of war

Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.         Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every… Continue reading

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