A stranger, I became.
A stranger, I became. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
Hey brother, hey sister. An amazing song by Avicill.
Hey brother, hey sister. 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 we… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Salute old glory and thank a Veteran.
Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I need to remember a good friend. We live in a world where few of us are not touched by war.” … Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. A soldier prayer.
(Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.) The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads led to War. Young woman with a sweet smile.Silk dress,smelling like… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. At peace, at last.
At peace, at last… (Sometime war killed the soldier slowly.) The Soldiers gave him a 21-gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Remember many fought and died for us to know freedom.
I left a boy; I came back a season man.I learned the drills of the soldier,befriended many good men and women. Soldiers drink, soldiers dance and they celebrate each new day. I followed… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Isn’t no fucking good war.
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
Memorial Day is tomorrow. Soldier on.
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial day poetry. Soldier on. Memorial day is coming and I will put coins on the fallen soldiers grave stone. In the early… Continue reading
Been awhile my friend.
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
It is cut and dried.
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading