Category Archive: father

“One more day”

One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall… Continue reading

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Define war? How do you teach a child. Why men are killed in war?

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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Old man wisdom “It is cut and dried.”

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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“The walls and the damn mirror”

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”

Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading

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Like father

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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“A mother tears”

A mother tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my dear mother. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a… Continue reading

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“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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Good days, good music and lost dreams of Utopia

    Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… Continue reading

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“Thankful”

      Thankful I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty six years old. Holding my Grandson.… Continue reading

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