Tag Archive: faith

Blood and wine..

( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading

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Choose the road you love..

Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it.                    Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according                  to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and                 … Continue reading

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Dear God..

Dear 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… Continue reading

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We are just bones/ flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust..

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.                               We… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more..

Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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A Lake St. Clair prayer..

A Lake St. Clair prayer.. I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean.The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago andshe made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance… Continue reading

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The simple rules..

The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry  If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.                                     The simple rules..… Continue reading

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Divine Nature..

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading

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Never trust a man or women, who doesn’t drink..

 I was a soldier once and I painted my face to the face of war.  Now I attempt to forget the damn wars with the good drink, the kind women and the ancient… Continue reading

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The hanging tree…

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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