Tag Archive: Death

USA teaches the youth death before love. “Killer on the road.”

Killer on the road         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading

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A story. Old Soldier

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading

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What men do. Part two

          (When two nations try to discuss peace with false want. No-one can win.) . What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must… Continue reading

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The walls and the damn mirrors

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories part two “Lana”

Highway 80 west stories part 2 “Lana” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Good to travel when you are young. Never know what you can learn when you have no final destination or rush… Continue reading

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Sir Nicholas Winton

  Nicholas Winton Sir Nicholas George Winton, MBE is a British humanitarian who organized the rescue of 669 mostly Jewish children from German-occupied Czechoslovakia on the eve of the Second World War, in… Continue reading

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The threads of life. Fate and destiny

The threads of life. Fate and destiny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life leave no guarantees. Must take chances. Like we are walking upon tender threads that easily break.                              The threads of… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring

                                 Two brothers who died too young. I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by… Continue reading

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The white flag

The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong?                                      The white… Continue reading

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In the wildflower field. I dreamed of peace. Too late for too many.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading

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