31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
Tag Archive: History
My father never cried or healed.
My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him, and I saw in his eyes.… Continue reading
Dance of ugly dreams and nightmares. No-one wins in war.
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m sixty-seven-year-old. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance of ugly… Continue reading
Burning sage for no violence.
(Michigan Republicans wants a new law. No license to carry weapons. How is it working in Texas? An old poem. Killed and shot many in Austin, Texas last week. I believe. You are… Continue reading
My prayers for peace and an amazing song for peace.
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He said a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
One earth and one people.
One people.. (Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible War would end… Continue reading
Stand-up for the right things.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes.
The song of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
Locked and loaded.
(War. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Edwin Starr. Locked and loaded. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something… Continue reading
I hate you, War.
I hate you, War Dear grandchild. I’m so sorry. I left you just blood and hate. My father left me Vietnam, and I left you in a world swimming in red blood of… Continue reading