‘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… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
JUST Men
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies Iraq soldiers from Death Valley. Just men (I got to… Continue reading
“Old soldier”
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading
“One more day” For our brave Soldiers
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one wins in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
“Two out of three ain’t bad”
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
“Song of the dead and the song of the living”
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living.… Continue reading
Wrote in 1978-If I was the king of the forest.
If I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
One sweet wish
One sweet wish A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite. Written in Jan 1993 One sweet wish Was a Austin, Texas hot Summer night. Pretty women wearing shorts… Continue reading
“Jennifer”
Jennifer “Passion Of A Black Rose”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I… Continue reading