Need unity. Please vote. Colors…
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
Tag Archive: God
Children in time…
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
Need more word-men and word women..
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…
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
Teach hate or teach love?
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy morning thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love is… Continue reading
I dreamed my world was silence. War poetry.
I dreamed my world was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you.… Continue reading
Killer on the road..
Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipped his coffee andhe watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and murmured a pray.I will miss you my wife, my children.He… Continue reading
Mercy..
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc. And a brilliant Leonard Cohen song.
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number three..
Walking with giants. Number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Walking with giants. Number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991 and I was lucky. My life needed great change and I changed my… Continue reading