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If you go away..

If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading →

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Memorial Day poetry. A witness to life..

A witness to life… I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick and easy wars. Just… Continue reading →

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The damned and the foolish..

The Damned and the Foolish.. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the… Continue reading →

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Memorial day poetry.. My home is Northern Michigan..

My home is Northern Michigan….. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. He was not young, he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading →

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Memorial Day poetry. Old soldier..

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading →

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I tried to remember..

I tried to remember..A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Old poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014)                         I tried to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading →

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Love and war. We shall know..

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What is right and what is wrong. Easy to separate.                                 1- War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out… Continue reading →

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The animal..

The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading →

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I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you..

I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.… Continue reading →

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Tattoos..

Tattoos…. The pretty lady had  many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading →

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