Tag Archive: Soldier

The word man..

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading

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The parting glass..

The parting glass  I once stood with 15,000 soldiers on the Iraq border,just men with the common goal,fighting for freedom.We were just men and women,who loved, who drank and who danced fearless upon… Continue reading

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Rebirth..

Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change?   Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras girls at his table.If… Continue reading

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We were just men and women..

We were just Men and Woman… 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

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Happy Veteran’s day. A soldier story..

A soldier story… This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader.  It was a Friday night… Continue reading

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For Veteran day.. Old soldier..

Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only 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… Continue reading

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I will return my love..

I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace..                     Guns and bombs… Continue reading

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Locked and loaded..

Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.”                                       Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading

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What have we done…

What have we done? I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975.  I wanted to be like my father who fought in two… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face…

The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading

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