Category Archive: Native American

“Coyote spirit”

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading

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“I see you and you see me”

Om                                                             I see you and you see me   I told the kids. Take care of Nature and be kind to each other. One planet and one people.   Children are the wealth… Continue reading

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“The songs of the season.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind… Continue reading

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One gift of kindness can lead to miracles.

  One gift of kindness can create a movement of love that can lead to wave of hope and love. Heal/not kill.   Forgive/don’t hold regret.     Love/ don’t know hate This… Continue reading

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“Divine Nature”

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading

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Stand by me

Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading

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No winners in war “Killed and killed”

Father died in 1996 at 61 years old. The war could not leave him. Heal, my friend. Not kill. Father song was hard and sweet. He fought hard, loved hard and died too… Continue reading

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The gathering

              Good friend lost to war with his two girls and my daughter     The gathering (Combination of a poem written in 1992 and today. Nothing… Continue reading

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Last person standing

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.                                Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading

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Ojibwa Grandmother taught me. ” The song of the seasons.”

      The song of fall Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is… Continue reading

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