Tag Archive: Family

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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I see you and you see me.

I see you and you see me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be felt and real love is earned. Just a few quotes. Enjoy your life and tried not to damage… Continue reading

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Secret love and hidden places

Secret love and hidden places A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime kind people can make you dream and wish for things you cannot have.                                          … Continue reading

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What will I remember?

What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading

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Thankful

            Thankful I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky‘s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty one years old.… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend

          A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be… Continue reading

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Thankful

                          Thankful I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky‘s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking… Continue reading

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Family pictures

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares.

Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate?                           Dance… Continue reading

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