Dead ends.
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
Tag Archive: anti-hate
I still miss you and a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I still miss you. 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my hands and… Continue reading
Mercy, forgiveness and save the children.
Mercy, forgiveness and save the children. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-one.) 1- Mercy. Today a very hard world for so many. War, hunger and sickness is everywhere. No place is… Continue reading
The gospel told by a common man. 2026 version.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. Mask men roaming the USA create chaos. Why? The Gospel told by… Continue reading
Peace, maybe a prayer. An old prayer.
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1980. Hope for peace had a chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace. (An old poem written when age was my advantage.)I went to… Continue reading
Peace and forgiveness. Forgotten words.
Two poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Many questions are raised if you listen. Don’t be like the children in the old fairy tale following the pipe piper. Leading us to hell.” 1- The… Continue reading
The world is crying. Old words, same meaning.
The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old. (Please do not forget Renee and Alex. Please remember the cities under… Continue reading
Heal, not kill. For Palestine. Murder is murder.
(No place is safe. But cannot know fear. We must show the world. Freedom lived and good people will not falter. Pray for the people and the family of the city of Paris.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Our world.
Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Merry Christmas my friends.” Our world… Grandchild plays with… Continue reading
The drinking song.
The drinking song. Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading