Riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts. Mad men killing and I don’t understand.15-year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed. A mother,… Continue reading
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
Old world, new world. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet.Today the streets are empty,people are being kinder to each other.Time for us to lead with concern, kindness and listen to each… Continue reading
We need to be kind to each other. Sober men can’t write the truth; godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.… Continue reading
“Imagine there’s no countriesIt isn’t hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peaceYou may say that I’m a dreamerBut I’m not the only oneI… Continue reading
Are we teaching hate or are we teaching 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?… Continue reading
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
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
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 will close… Continue reading
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1980. Hope for peace had a chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace. (An old poem written when age was my advantage.)I went to… Continue reading
