Category Archive: Nature

Love can “Expand and multiply”

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and… Continue reading

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The Raven and the Coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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I don’t need you

I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry words do have great power and strength. I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom mean little. Dead men wisdom is… Continue reading

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Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… 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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Mother Nature Game of Chess by Writer cafe writer Leahianne Conway

   A Poem by Leahianne Conway             Mother Natures Game Of Chess A Poem by Leahianne Conway   Standing in the dead of the moonlight I can feel… Continue reading

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Mother Earth

            (A great song by a missed man.)                                My Earth, our Earth  … Continue reading

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Good days become sweet dreams. “I remember you.”

                    I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror… 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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Listen to the words spoken. “Quiet echos and secluded places”

                        Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.  … Continue reading

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