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
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … 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
One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart; love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
