The white cliffs of Dover

The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of Dover,… Continue reading →

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You are gone and I’m here’.

(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) –You are gone and I am here. You are gone and I’m here War, violence… Continue reading →

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Just love

Just love- Soldier’s stories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just love-Soldier’s story   This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8… Continue reading →

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C’est la Mort

C’est la Mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Cest la Mort Tonight two shadows are dancing in Belton, Texas at a dance hall.  Old soldiers dancing with a pretty Texas girl… Continue reading →

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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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Just questions my friend

Just questions my friend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just questions my friend December is here again. Two of my grandchildren are sleeping at 4 am in the morning. A school… 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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“The war, the blood and the gun”

The war, the blood and the gun A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only… 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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