Tag Archive: Activism and Peace Work

Peace…

Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream of peace?   Peace       (A old poem written when age was my advantage.)I went… Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet…

 Blinded. But not dead yet…         (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading

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Sunday songs- For unity

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If I had magic…

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone once. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide the… Continue reading

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When the war is over…

  When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness.… Continue reading

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The weeping song…

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to… Continue reading

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Empty spaces

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces Once I was dancing,… Continue reading

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If I had magic…

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells… Continue reading

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The war, the blood and the gun.

The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading

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Big Sur meditation

 Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the  struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading

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