Category Archive: Poetry and story

3 Songs to Make You Embrace Being Irish

Originally posted on Oracle of Film:
I don’t know if I ever made this a common fact on my blog, but I am, in fact, a quarter Irish. I try to celebrate this…

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What men do. Part two

          (When two nations try to discuss peace with false want. No-one can win.) . What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must… Continue reading

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The Waltz Poetry for the days of Spring.

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.   The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves… Continue reading

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Wounded Angel

Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Wounded Angel My sad  friend. Please smile for me. Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart. You don’t know… Continue reading

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So beautiful (1st day of march. Hoping for the warm day. )

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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Mother didn’t blink

                    (Woman are our grandmothers, sisters, daughters and wife. We cannot accept abuse. Must be stopped as soon as possible.) Mother didn’t blink A… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring

                                 Two brothers who died too young. I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by… Continue reading

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The Ancient Warrior

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior… I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading

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The white flag

The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong?                                      The white… Continue reading

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In the wildflower field. I dreamed of peace. Too late for too many.

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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