The Lost Generation. Part one.
The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe in reincarnation. I believe I have lived many lives and I was a soldier in every one. I was told by… Continue reading
Tag Archive: History
Locked and loaded..
(Locked and loadedA Poem by Coyote PoetryWar. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Locked and loadedThe old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and… Continue reading
The missing pieces…
(Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) Missing pieces.. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I… 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
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… Continue reading
Empty spaces…
Empty spaces.. Once I was dancing, rambling, drinking and free man. I was seeking the good death. Wanted to test my mind, I wanted to test my body. I wanted to understand war,… Continue reading
Wild horses- part one
Wild horses, part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Wild horses, part one Brigitte drank some wine and she asked him. Great words, you have expressed. God have create everything… Continue reading
“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
War. What is it good for? Nothing.
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
Never again
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial Day, February, 27 January.) (Did we learn. WW2 was the last war. How many massacres since? How many people murdered for their religion, color… Continue reading