The illusion. My Ojibwa prayer.
THE ILLUSION. I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Activism and Peace Work
We don’t want to fight no-more. And a needed song by dear Tallulah Rendall.
We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
If you do not stand for peace. You are supporting war. A powerful song by Talulah.
(Do you want your child to die for old rich men wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war.) We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out. Every life had value.
Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?”… Continue reading
I am waiting by the willow tree. And a wonderful song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-six.) I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It… Continue reading
For the days of Spring. The circle dance.
The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
What men do.
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would agree. … Continue reading
One people, one earth. A powerful song by dear Lucy Gallant.
ONE ONE isn’t a lonely number. When 10,000 children in Kentucky stand as “ONE” against violence and guns. I was so proud of the children. ONE isn’t a lonely number. When the Michigan… Continue reading
The serene stillness.
The serene stillness. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learns life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remembers his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remembers… Continue reading
Are we teaching hate or are we teaching love?
Are we teaching hate or are we teaching love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy morning thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well?… Continue reading