What is real?
What is real.. Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears.Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul,who nourishment is the heart,who wine… Continue reading
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Brother peace, sister love..
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last war. I wonder would they understand the blunders… Continue reading
The valley of the gun..
The valley of the gun… 1- Is death sweet? Do we go easily into the final sleep? Without struggle. Do the dead cities talk? They do. They are killing women and children in… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters of England…
The Seven Sisters of England.. Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The Seven Sisters of England,… Continue reading
I dreamed the world was silence. Some war poetry.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading
Who did I become?
Who did I become? Wars, whores and drink.Salvation for the soldiers.Untamed men who seek war and the fast death. My father’s life.Drink, violence, sex and anger. I was thankful he found a kind… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts..
My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness. Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading
Russian Roulette…
Russian roulette.. Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas,moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze.She held the attention of the men holding tightly to good whiskey… Continue reading
The last man standing…
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… (This is the way the world ends … Continue reading
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