Do the fallen remember?…
Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading
Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading
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
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. I… Continue reading
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
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
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
Do you want your child to die in the wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war. We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of life and… Continue reading
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading