“Blinded. But not dead yet”
Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Peace
Where are the peace makers?- Peace
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace (A old poem written when age was my advantage.) I went to… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Christmas poem My Christmas prayer Christmas is coming. The bless day of Jesus birth. I pray all people can learn the lessons of… Continue reading
It is too late , my friend.
It is too late, my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Accepting the world as is. We are to blame also. Is it too late my friend? I have stood by good… Continue reading
“Blood and the wine
Blood and the wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life. Blood and the wine. Most of us… Continue reading
Passing through
Passing through A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once… Continue reading
A new world is coming-Pray for peace
Pray for peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of violence and war. “Imagine there’s no countries It isn’t hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too… Continue reading
Pray for peace-today and everyday
The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading
Peace will come
Peace will come A Poem by Coyote Poetry Peace will come My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the… Continue reading
A old poem with the same meaning-What will be left?
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are… Continue reading