Tag Archive: Death

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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What is real, my friend?

What is real, my friend? (Our leader is threatening war. He don’t understand this world. Old countries want face to face talks.  Every place in this world is different in customs. Real leaders… Continue reading

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The man with the sad eyes

(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written.                           The man… Continue reading

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Turn stone to flesh

Turn stone to flesh A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to believe in nothing. Needing only self-gain. Lonely death for a man who held wealth and power as God.   Stone to flesh… Continue reading

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A dance with Death

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                            … Continue reading

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Martin Luther King Jr. dreams and hope must be kept alive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UK8Z3i3aTq4#t=0 Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate… Continue reading

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The value of memories

        The value of memories I was asked by a desperate man. “Why do I live? If I wasn’t born. Would it matter?”   I told him the story I… Continue reading

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Broken man prayers

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.              … Continue reading

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The tarot cards. (The future is better to be unknown. Life had no guarantees.)

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.    The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading

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