The gospel told by a common man..
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. July 2025 version. The Gospel told by a common man. ( Leaders… Continue reading
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Heal, not kill..
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”― Gautama Buddha Heal, not kill The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of calm and peace? Israel trying to erase the Palestine… Continue reading
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
The last man standing. Where are the people seeking peace?
The last man standing…A Story by Coyote Poetry “Please tell our leaders, no-one wins in war. Talk of Nuclear war today . 40 nuclear weapons used. Our world will die slow and terrible. Today… Continue reading
The war is over..
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
Locked and loaded..
Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something worthwhile. It was their strength and their weakness. A… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
The shadows..
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading
Blood and wine..
( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading
Home, sweet home..
Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading