Category Archive: war

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading

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“Father never cried”

¬†Father never cried My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading

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“Last person standing”

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading

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Black heart

Black heart   In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind.   He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading

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Some Sunday’s thoughts

I went to Africa, Asia and Europe on United Nations missions for President Clinton. We took medical and dental teams to places in need. The medical teams tried to heal the sick, gave… Continue reading

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“Peace will come”

Peace will come   My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… Continue reading

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“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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Who will ring the bell?

Who will ring the bell?   Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead?   The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe… Continue reading

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