Just men…
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
The things, we do. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “War is a man sin.” Bob Denver The things, we do. (War is a sin my friend. John Denver.) The Things we do? I’m far… Continue reading
Shadows of war… I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central/ South America and Iraq.… Continue reading
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson asked- Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for the… Continue reading
The Devil liked me. 1- Once in Santa Cruz, I met the Devil. He told me. Johnnie ain’t your time to die. You have more sin to taste and I don’t want you… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors.. My father told… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written? (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… 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 when I was a… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading