Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais.

Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (A old man wanted to thank a American Soldier.)  Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with… Read More →

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The Soldier prayer

The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.)  The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys… Read More →

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Dead ends

Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends Brothers told… Read More →

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My great love

My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.                     My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s… Read More →

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If I knew.

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew. I would of  loved… Read More →

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My last stand will be in New York city

My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.          … Read More →

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We have no peace in our world. How many days of war do we need before we seek peace?

WW2 support to be the last war. We are on the road to world destruction. Israel want to force a world war. Iran is raising cane. Need to gather the wise people of… Read More →

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The Medicine wheel

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.                … Read More →

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Killer on the road

Killer on the road A Iraqi man drank  his coffee. He watched the military trucks drive by.He looked to the sky and murmured a pray. “I will miss you my wife, my children.”… Read More →

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The songs of the seasons

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                                 The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of… Read More →

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