The lover, a soldier prayer.
The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads led… Continue reading
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Darkness. Live by the gun, die by the gun.
Darkness. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if, only by one.
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. An old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
Five little poems.
1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing you.I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon… Continue reading
The missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) … Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses.
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
The things we do.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is a sin. Bob Denver The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood in front of… Continue reading
Some war poetry.
What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq.So far from the safety… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading