Tag Archive: Soldier

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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Did we give enough/did we bleed?

Did we give enough/did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted  to the sea. Did I give enough?/did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She tossed off… Continue reading

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Hey brother, hey sister.

Hey brother, hey sister It is January 8th and the cold of Winter is upon me.   The slowness of January allowed me to remember friends alive and gone. Today  I remember young men… Continue reading

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The lover. The soldier prayer.

The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer)   Poor boys and men,… 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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For Veteran day

  My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. alive and well   A Poem by Coyote Poetry I met a man waiting for death. de                … Continue reading

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Never again

                    Never again, Nie wieder, Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. He told me it must never happen again. He told me… Continue reading

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‘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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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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Home sweet home- Port Austin

Home, sweet home   (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy.   No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book… Continue reading

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