Category Archive: war

If I was the king of the forest- For Yemen

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading

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‘Who is first? Who is last?

Who is first? Who is last? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Who is first? Who is last? —- The deadly dance Burning cities. Children and families being murdered. Family losing everything… Continue reading

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‘Dead man stew’

Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor.                                  Dead man stew Poor man is… Continue reading

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“Never again”

Never again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-post with more thoughts.   Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial Day, February, 27 January.) (Did we learn. WW2 was the last war.… Continue reading

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“My small book of thoughts”

My small book of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small book of thoughts What will I leave behind? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with… Continue reading

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“Who is first? Who is last?

Who is first? Who is last? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Who is first? Who is last? —- The deadly dance Burning cities. Children and families being murdered. Family losing everything… 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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“The world is crying” Written in 1980

The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in an old book. It is 37 years old.              The world is crying The world is crying. Like a… Continue reading

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“Coming home”

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading… Continue reading

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He could not weep

He could not weep A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. He could not weep A pint of beer, dancing the Texas two-step with the pretty Tijuana girl in a tavern on the… Continue reading

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