Category Archive: peace

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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The Medicine wheel

                                    Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me… Continue reading

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Beautiful American

  “When is enough is enough? A eye for a eye world will leave nothing but bloodshed and war for our children.”   “Killing Muslims in Asia and Africa. Killing Christians in Asia… Continue reading

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Old poetry and old dreams still the same. “Men, whiskey and dreams of peace”

                                                Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more. Utopia of the pen and the paper

                      Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely.… Continue reading

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Ocean, free people and song. “The Gypsy dance”

                              The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong… Continue reading

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The word “Freedom”

The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings.          The word “Freedom” Written in 1989/rewritten in 2014 I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined… Continue reading

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Heal, not kill.

“Peace comes from within.  Do not seek it without.” ― Gautama Buddha             Heal, not kill   The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of… Continue reading

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The trees poetry by Joyce Kilmer, Ben Jonson and me

the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never… Continue reading

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Whispers in the dark

Whispers in the dark A Poem by Coyote Poetry Things never touched can haunt us more than what was done.                          Whispers in the dark I lay on cold sheets not wanting the… Continue reading

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