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Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake, I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake, I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs… Continue reading
A simple prayer.. Please lord of life and death. We need the gentle caress of hope and kindness. My world had turn dark with violence and hate. Good people were took from us and… Continue reading
(Written by a great Native American Chief, Chief Seattle. Few things had changed and if we don’t stop destroying the tropical forest and the forest, polluting our water and the air. Mother Nature… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. Once careless man sought peace in war. He didn’t learn peace. He learn the law of the gun, the law of the hate, the law of the death whispers. In Bosnia,… Continue reading
Colors… (The new world is here. Let’s be kind to each. Call someone you miss. Help the people you can. I pray our leaders are helping our brothers and sisters countries. Be a… Continue reading
Children in time.. (The old world is gone. The whole world had gone silence. Time for our leaders to gather as one to cure this terrible sickness. I pray the leaders learn. We… Continue reading
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places.. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers… Continue reading