Tag Archive: History

My Christmas wish. Let’s get along. Hey brother, hey sister.

Christmas and New Year.  I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were… Continue reading

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Poetry, writing and history.

Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  History and poetry.  Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading

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The weeping song.

The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading

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We were just men and women.

We were just Men and Women…. 20 soldiers sat and waiting  in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became  polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading

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Old soldier.

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote PoetryOnly 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 being… Continue reading

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One more day.

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

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My November thoughts. Old poetry with same meaning today.

My November thoughts. Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper.

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.:                               Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading

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Just men.

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen Iraqi Soldiers bodies from Death Valley.  Just men (I got to Iraq. My first… Continue reading

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One more day.

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

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