I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father; he followed his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell… Continue reading
(For April, the poetry month. Number six.) 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover. My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could… 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
