Category Archive: Ojibwa

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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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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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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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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The world must heal. Not kill. “Am I dead or alive?

              Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem found. Written 1987.                                Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion.Describe love.Describe… 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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We must lead with kindness. Hell-bend highway

Two brother who committed suicide. Strong bodies, laughter and they thought death was better than life.           Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved.… 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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You are me and I’m you

You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live.                          You are me and I’m you People who see color, race and… Continue reading

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The road called me.

                The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                    The road called… Continue reading

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