Is this the end my friend?
(Coyote in 1991in the Kuwait desert.) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we… Continue reading
(Coyote in 1991in the Kuwait desert.) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we… Continue reading
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
(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
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
Everybody knows. (Everybody knows. Trickery and foolishness had led us to new place. Everybody knew we allowed a mad man to win. I hold no hatred for the Arabic people. They have been… Continue reading
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
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
One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart; love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary and suggesting… Continue reading
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading