Let’s howl at the moon tonight and an amazing Wolf Larsen video.
The baby wolves are running. The baby wolves need the deep forest and the sunny days. Once I was a wolf. Me and my comrade’s wolves, we howled in Tubingen in 1978 and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Children
Tuesday poetry. Lead with concern, kindness and listen.
(For April, the poetry month. Number six.) 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war… 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
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
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
Three shots of whiskey. We must end the Mass murder in the USA.
Three shots of whiskey.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I am too sad. Someone killed three college kids at Michigan State. Someone killed four college students in Idaho, and someone killed three college students… Continue reading
Let’s stand together for a safe world.
Old wisdom. Live by the gun, die by the gun. (Charlie Kirk once said some gun deaths ‘worth it’ in order to have Second Amendment) (Minnesota State Representative Melissa Hortman and Minnesota State… Continue reading
Darkness. Live by the gun, die by the gun.
Darkness. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading
Lost prayers.
Lost prayers.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I prayed for dying men of war, once I prayed for the dying of starvation and once, I prayed for people being killed become of religion.… Continue reading
You are me and I am you.
You are me and I’m you People who see color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or… Continue reading