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
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.” Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister.. ( In the Army. There is no color, there is no race. Every soldier is a brother. Election is tomorrow. Men who create hate and separation. We do not… Continue reading
What have we done? I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975. I wanted to be like my father who fought in two… Continue reading
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
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
(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
(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… 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 ————————————————————————————————————– 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
