Tag Archive: Soldier

Written in 1987, same world and problems. “Am I dead or alive?”

Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem found. Written 1987.                              Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion. Describe love. Describe pain. For every beautiful moment. Must… Continue reading

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I need a Summer poem. “The Gypsy dance”

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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Leather and lace

Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and… Continue reading

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Knocking’ on heaven’s door

    Knocking’ on heaven’s door Dear brothers and sisters. What have we done?  War are alive and well. Hate and separation is create a pot of dead man stew where no-one can… Continue reading

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“The walls and the damn mirror”

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Texas”

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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Drink of me my dear lover

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading

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“Purgatory Inn”

(melikemelis.tumblr.com)   Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”

Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading

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Like father

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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