Tag Archive: Soldier

My home is Northern Michigan.

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

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Just love..

Just love.. 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 and… Continue reading

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21 gun salute..

One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war.” Twenty one gun salute.. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t… Continue reading

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Mercy.

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… Continue reading

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Two poems. One by a ancient poet and a live one.

Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce Kilmer words… Continue reading

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I dreamed the world was silence. Some war poetry.

I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading

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The stone face man..

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                               The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading

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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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