Tag Archive: war

Locked and loaded..

Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.”                                       Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows.-Chapter two and three.

Ghost and shadows… A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Part two…                        Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows.- Chapter one.

Ghost and shadows- Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough.  Ghost and shadows- chapter one…  Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading

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War, missing you, moonlight, awaken and majestic.

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 2- Missing youI’m missing… Continue reading

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War, love and memories…

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered… Continue reading

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My father’s war…

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

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Drink before the war…

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The sins of our father

( My father and daughter in 1997. He died three months later.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger.. Is… Continue reading

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Killed and killed..

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading

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Killer on the road…

Killer on the road A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.  Killer on the road… A Iraqi man sipping  his… Continue reading

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