Tag Archive: Soldier

Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading

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The nectar of you

The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places.         The nectar of you She gave me gestures of kindness. Openly opening the door of friendship. Her… Continue reading

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“You are gone and I’m here”

You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon.   (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous… Continue reading

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Stand-up

Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading

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Stand by me

Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading

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Please stay with me

          Please stay with me tonight I laid beside you and embraced you tightly. I felt the heat of your flesh and I saw in your eyes. Asking me… Continue reading

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“Shadows”

(Everything decision and act becomes part of us.  Better to walk the good walk and try to know peace.) Shadows My sister told me. “You  have changed. “ She told me. “You saw… Continue reading

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“A woman like you”

    A woman, like you I was standing at a distance listening to you. You were  speaking against hate and violence. A voice so soft and kind. It made me  stop to… Continue reading

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My favorite. Good memories become gold with time.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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