My last stand will be in New York city.
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother died by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. … Continue reading
Category Archive: sadness
Quotes of a tire man.
Quotes of a tire man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just quotes for today. Few pay attention to a world willing to sacrifice their children for land and oil. We have learn nothing… Continue reading
My brother had died
My brother had died. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Brotherhood of Soldiers. We fight for freedom. To defend our land from a enemy attacking the USA. My brother had died.(5281 men and… Continue reading
A killer on the road.
(How many more kids will be taught murder and death before laughter and love? If we fight for freedom. Why do the USA become the demons? Please leave Syria alone. Embargo the… Continue reading
What men are capable of…
What men are capable of… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate. What men are capable of. What legacy will… Continue reading
Dead man stew
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew Poor man is… Continue reading
Short poetry about war.
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
My lady
My lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem written by a sad heart. My lady My lady , I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.So long since our lips… Continue reading
We laughted, we danced and we celebrated being alive.
We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart. We laughed, we danced and… Continue reading
The word man
The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading