Missing pieces. Part two.
In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs. In August 1953, following… Continue reading
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Missing pieces…
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” … Continue reading
The Scarborough fair..
The Scarborough Fair… One ” I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger.” Two … Continue reading
We were just men and women..
We were just Men and Woman… 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
Blind fury..
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?” Blind fury.. Is… Continue reading
For Veteran day.. 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
Locked and loaded..
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. Almost time to vote.
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…
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 person standing..
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