Blind fury.
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end? Blind fury Is… Continue reading
Tag Archive: anti war
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
Dangerous world and a song from wonderful and beautiful Paloma Faith.
A dangerous world. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number thirteen.) 1- Palestine, Lebanon, Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar, Iran, Nigeria and more places. The children live with death near. At any time. Bullets… 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
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight anymore. And an amazing Phil Ochs song.
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
Is this the end my friend?
(Coyote in 1991in the Kuwait desert.) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we… Continue reading
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
We lived once and what did we leave behind?
We lived once and what did we leave behind? The year March 2026 was a hard one. I have become the senior person in my family. I am in the Autumn of my… Continue reading
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