Tag Archive: Poem

‘The man who couldn’t cry’

The Man Who Couldn’t Cry   The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some, you will feel like a free God and you will know the walls… Continue reading

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I cried and died tonight

I cried and I died tonight Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you… Continue reading

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Just love – A soldier story

Just love – A soldier story   This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader. It… Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses

Rose colored glasses   My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved.   We… Continue reading

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‘The portrait of you’

The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello and… Continue reading

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to a old man.   I remember following… Continue reading

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Robert, Uncle Bob

Robert, Uncle Bob My teacher, my family and my friend. My world is more lonely without you. You were safe place for me as a child. You were my hero and you taught… Continue reading

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For a kind elder- No tears at my farewell

“No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them.”   No tears at my farewell   When my body becomes tired… Continue reading

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The lucky one

(The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift.)   The lucky one   She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by… Continue reading

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Bang, bang

  ‘Bang, bang’ Pretty as a perfect picture, she sat alone with the 45 near and the Black Velvet whiskey almost gone. She called me at 3 am and she asked me. Do… Continue reading

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