Time for our world to befriend each other.
Time for our world to befriend each other. (I apology to Greenland, Cuba and Canada. The USA people respect you. USA is still a good place. Ugly and cold leaders will die and… Continue reading
Time for our world to befriend each other. (I apology to Greenland, Cuba and Canada. The USA people respect you. USA is still a good place. Ugly and cold leaders will die and… Continue reading
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees’ camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color; the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
The value of one life 1- Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ————————————————————- 2- Maybe the enemy are with-in… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer. Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
What the children see. The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color; the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
Old world, new world. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet.Today the streets are empty,people are being kinder to each other.Time for us to lead with concern, kindness and listen to each… Continue reading
God A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how we… Continue reading
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