The children. Too late for so many.
(April is poetry month. Poem number six. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with. This poem… Continue reading
Tag Archive: war
Where are the people seeking peace?
When will we seek peace, not separation? 1- Me and my soldiers found 24 bodies in a river in Bosnian. Just old people, women and children. Me and my soldiers body bags them.… Continue reading
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
Forgiveness..
The Violence Sea .. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
Forgiveness..
The Violence Sea.. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
The shadows..
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world last year and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
The drinking song. I stand with Ukraine.
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in Southern California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part two.
Once upon a time, Chapter two.. The day was getting warmer. The beach was getting filled with children and mothers. I went to the food area. Ordered a coffee. I went to the… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part one.
Once upon a time.. A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He watched… Continue reading