Tag Archive: war

One gift of kindness can lead to miracles.

  One gift of kindness can create a movement of love that can lead to wave of hope and love. Heal/not kill.   Forgive/don’t hold regret.     Love/ don’t know hate This… Continue reading

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“What will I remember?”

What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading

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Goodbye

Goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Need more hellos and less goodbyes More hellos and less goodbyes I stood by my father old house. I remembered I came here to find… Continue reading

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“Ojibwa Grandmother chant”

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading

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“If I was the king of the forest.” Written in 1978

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading

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Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”

The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.                                    The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading

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Black boy down

Black boy down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time we surpass the color of skin. It is 2014, brothers and sisters.                              Black boy down Another kid killed in the USA. Media described… Continue reading

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“Divine Nature”

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading

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New York city. Part two. Central Park.

Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York                     Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading

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“Just men”

                                                       Death Valley        … Continue reading

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