Peace
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago. John Denver – Peace http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0 Peace There is a name for war… Continue reading
Category Archive: family
War and peace.
War and Peace I have stood with soldiers in war and peace. We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what… Continue reading
Like father.
Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face. Like father. When I look in the mirror. What do I see?… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother. (A poem to celebrate the woman who mold the world for us.)
Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in… Continue reading
True love gives all.
True love gives all. (A old memory) Sixty five years together. He still stood by my grandmother with his hand in hers. He shopped daily at the… Continue reading
Father’s burden.
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden.. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
Sanctuary of love and kindness.
Sanctuary of love and kindness. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open doors went… Continue reading
Blood and wine.
Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life. Blood and wine. Most of us are just… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring.
(I lost two brother’s to suicide 1987-1988. I learn to be kinder and hold silence when anger appear. I keep a wide open door for family today. Sometimes we learn too late to… Continue reading