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
Tag Archive: Father
“The walls and the damn mirrors
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My… Continue reading
A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words A witness to life I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old… Continue reading
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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