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
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Remembering Martin Luther King. Jr.
” A great man day is on 20 January. Please think of him this day. A man who wanted equality and peace. We need men like Martin Luther King. Jr. today.” We shall… Continue reading
Thank you Martin Luther King Jr.
Information about Martin Luther King Jr. (Unknown source.) During the less than 13 years of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s leadership of the modern American Civil Rights Movement, from December, 1955 until April… Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace.. Written in 1978.
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off?” Men, whiskey and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
Missing pieces. Part two.
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.… Continue reading
Shadows of war..
Shadows of war. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear… Continue reading
Bang, bang. And a beautiful Nancy Sinatra song.
Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
I dreamed the world was silence. Some war poetry.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading
Cocoa beach..
Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading