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The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer).. Poor boys and men.Their roads… Continue reading
The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer).. Poor boys and men.Their roads… Continue reading
Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower.Love me not, for… Continue reading
Happy birthday my USA… I love my USA flag. “The colors of the pales (the vertical stripes) are those used in the flag of the United States of America; White signifies purity and innocence, Red, hardiness & valor, and… Continue reading
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom”. I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms. I stood with… Continue reading
Fourth of July, Independence Day. (Freedom of speech is being tested. We cannot allow the USA to fall to naysayers and liars. Freedom of religion. Respect, integrity and proper law is important. This… Continue reading
Was it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
You are my music. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile; I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
The cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today… Continue reading
The lullaby. The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.Once a sensual woman told me on a warm Spring Day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation, and… Continue reading