Category Archive: Soldier

At peace at last…

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at last… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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Traveling and rambling man…

Traveling and rambling man.       A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words.     Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading

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My father’s song

My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.)     Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading

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The old soldier

(My father Jack Isaacs. Singing with the angels now) The old soldier Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s… Continue reading

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading

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“She had Angel wings upon her back”

She had Angel wings upon her back   Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck… Continue reading

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For Veteran day- The old soldier

The old soldier Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s and dancing in the dark with a pretty lady.… Continue reading

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November thoughts

   November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading

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The sins of our father’s.

(My father and my daughter. 1996.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s… Continue reading

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