“The Iron Mountain song”

The Iron Mountain song   I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more… Continue reading →

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We are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading →

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Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading →

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The old soldier

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

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Coming home

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some days faces of friends lost to war appear in my thoughts.                              Coming home I go  alone early every Wednesday to the nearby Veteran memorial.… Continue reading →

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“Old soldier”

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

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A witness to life

Witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our… Continue reading →

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A witness to life

A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                          A witness to life I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old… Continue reading →

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All of us need kindness and concern

If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading →

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-Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading →

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