Exsanguinating

Originally posted on Paris Poems:
johncoyote:Amazing artwork and poetry. Please take a look. Originally posted on Paris Poems: View original

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LET IT BE WE

Originally posted on Mum C writes:
Him Her Them Me Let it be We And We And We And problems will develop wings To flee Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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The shadows of war

Shadows of war     I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South… Continue reading

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Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading

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No winners in war “Killed and killed”

Father died in 1996 at 61 years old. The war could not leave him. Heal, my friend. Not kill. Father song was hard and sweet. He fought hard, loved hard and died too… Continue reading

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Prevention: How to Help Someone who is Suicidal.

Originally posted on Maiden on the Midway:
Lcpl D. A. Short, 28 April 1989 ~ 29 August 2012.  3rd Battalion, 6th Marine, Lima Company, 2nd Platoon–Infantry  After two back to back deployments into…

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RED Friday

Originally posted on Maiden on the Midway:
Don Your RED! #RedFriday ?

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Would nice we would take back regret. “If I knew”

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew. I would of  loved… Continue reading

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Morning glory

  Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                Morning glory The smell of fresh coffee and… Continue reading

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In The Solace Of Her Shade

Originally posted on Heart Shaped Eyes:
I’ve come back home to the church of my girlhood dreams  where the branches bend yet seldom succumb to breaking  in the solace of her shade I…

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