Some gave all… I served with great men and great women. Each, I befriended. We train together, we fought together. We didn’t see color, race or religion. We were brothers and sisters in… Continue reading
64 years old.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive and well tonight. 64 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 64 years old… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden. The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading
The paradox of a soldier.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide our life. Ensure you figure out what you need. The paradox of a soldier.. The paradox of a soldier. He loved war, … Continue reading
I remember love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive tonight. I remember love… I do remember love, love was sweet, love was kind. The sweetest days, stealing touches and stealing kisses.… Continue reading
Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life will teach us many things. Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading