31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him, and I saw in his eyes.… Continue reading
War. War, my friend. Man’s sin against himself. When men fight for nations without the cause of defense. Just slaughter of men and women for the hunger of war. No-one win a… Continue reading
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m sixty-seven-year-old. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance of ugly… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He said a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune 1- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money; I play… Continue reading
My good friend who was killed in Iraq with his children in 2004. Rachel Corrie. A human shield killed trying to protect a clinic. !War! What is good for? Nothing. A Poem by Coyote… Continue reading