The sins of our father..
The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. (My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my… Continue reading
The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. (My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my… Continue reading
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson asked- Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for the… Continue reading
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
The shadows.. My sister told me. “You have changed. “She told me. “You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold..” I told her,.War isn’t personal.You do what you are told… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story Remembering the fragrance of Winter.. I had… Continue reading
The Devil liked me. 1- Once in Santa Cruz, I met the Devil. He told me. Johnnie ain’t your time to die. You have more sin to taste and I don’t want you… Continue reading
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute… Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
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
Don’t pray for dead men. Please pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dead soldiers cannot speak no-more. Us, who survived. We must speak for them. Forget your personal tragedy. We… Continue reading