When the war is over..
When the war is over.. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Friendship
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Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation..
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. … Continue reading
Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading
Mercy.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading
Russian Roulette…
Russian roulette.. Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas,moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze.She held the attention of the men holding tightly to good whiskey… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes..
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading
Mercy..
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number three..
Walking with giants. Number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Walking with giants. Number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991 and I was lucky. My life needed great change and I changed my… Continue reading
Texas gals…
Texas gals.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The… Continue reading