Tag Archive: Father

One more day.

One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun saluteLoyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading

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Memorial day poetry–Father’s eyes and anger and World War one poetry

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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Another poem for Memorial day. “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. He would come… Continue reading

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“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… Continue reading

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“The Water, Sky and the Earth.” Part five. One woman journey.

The Water, Sky and the Earth Little Wolf story Chapter five A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part five. A journey of one woman.                 The Water,Sky and the Earth. Little Wolf story.     … Continue reading

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Old man wisdom “It is cut and dried.”

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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My small books of thoughts

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading

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Like father

                                        Big Surf rocks Like Father A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become… Continue reading

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The sins of our father

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. (Good to remember the people who taught us how to live.)

                         (Last day with my father.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things.     Father’s… Continue reading

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