The angels don’t cry for me..
(Johnnie in 1991 on the Iraq border) The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The… Continue reading
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A killer on the road..
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) My time in the Middle East. Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipping his coffee.He watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and… Continue reading
“Shadows” Poetry for Memorial day.
Shadows 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… Continue reading
“Grandson asked”
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading
“Peace, mercy and forgiveness” For Kayla Mueller”
“Kayla was a compassionate and devoted humanitarian. She dedicated the whole of her young life to helping those in need of freedom, justice, and peace,” the family said. (Kayla Mueller was murdered.… Continue reading
My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. Alive and well.
My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. alive and well A Poem by Coyote Poetry I met a man waiting for death. de … Continue reading
Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”
The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy. The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading
A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts
My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading
Little truth
Little truth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rarely we know the real facts. A controlled media leave us blind and dumb. Little truth Dead cities. Now destroyed and burned. Who have won… Continue reading