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No-one comes back the same. 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We made no promises and I saw in your eyes. A silence final goodbye. We knew, once we wanted more and now. We wanted nothing. No-one can return the sweetest places;… Read more
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The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you get drunk every night? He told me. The sea of sadness, the sea of anger is so hard to forget. Good whiskey,… Read more
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Pieces of April. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Springtime kisses, our Springtime dances with Lake Michigan. I loved when she was careless and wild.She made me brave and foolish. I called her my wildflower and she called me.Her soldier… Read more
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Dance me to the end of love. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two lover find the midnight dance and the gift of the sweet kiss. Forbidden love leave two people,… Read more
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( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C. You drink, you dance, you sing and you love the Texas gals. Can’t you find one you can keep. Sgt. C.… Read more
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Shadows My sister told me. You have changed. You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold. I told her. War isn’t personal.You do what you are told. Try to forget and move on I kissed her forehead.I told her. War was easy.This world falling apart around me andI don’t know what to do.?That the crazy… Read more
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Mercy. Young black man. 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days. I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes. I started to sit with him.He said nothing for many meals.Other Soldiers said he was crazy. One morning at breakfast.He looks at… Read more
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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.Roads lead to War. Young woman with a sweet smile.Silk dress.Smelling like sweet flowers. Whisper, let’s dance tonight.You shall go to War. “Tonight we need… Read more
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Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He told me. Son. I killed and I killed. I melted down three machine guns barrels. I saw body on body of the… Read more
