Mercy. We more kindness. Less anger.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy. Young black man, 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
Soldier boy.
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) (The Soldier who refuse to kill was released. He is a hero to me. You must stand for something. He did. ) Soldier boy. A father told me.His… Continue reading
My Christmas wish. Let’s get along. Hey brother, hey sister.
Christmas and New Year. I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were… Continue reading
Drink before the war.
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’.Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst that… Continue reading
Killer on the road.
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
We were just men and women.
We were just Men and Women…. 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
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. For my father.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won.He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done?He told me.… Continue reading
Old soldier.
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote PoetryOnly 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 being… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading