Tag Archive: Activism and Peace Work

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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What will this generation leave. Allowed mad dogs to destroy our world.

What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq.So far from… Continue reading

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Dance of ugly dreams and nightmares. No-one wins in war.

Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m sixty-seven-year-old. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate?                            Dance of ugly… Continue reading

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My Port Austin prayer.

Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people. Few permanent… Continue reading

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Everybody knows.

Everybody knows. (Everybody knows. Trickery and foolishness had led us to new place. Everybody knew we allowed a mad man to win. I hold no hatred for the Arabic people. They have been… Continue reading

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