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
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
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
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
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
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
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
( 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
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
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