Monthly Archive: June, 2013

Native American Ten Commandments

Originally posted on I'm Gonna Study The Rain:
johncoyote:Simple rules for all people. Would be a better world if we respected our neighbor. Originally posted on I'm Gonna Study The Rain: View original

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Wildflower dreams.

Wildflower dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories are held forever.                        Wildflower dreams. I sit among the wildflowers. Growing where they desire and free. The sweet sense of the wildflowers take… Continue reading

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I used to be.

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading

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I lift my eyes

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world. Fear… Continue reading

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July 4rd. is coming. Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran.

Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need to remember a good friend. We live in a world where few of us are not touched by war.… Continue reading

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I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading

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What men are capable of.

                          What men are capable of. What legacy will we leave? I hope more then we were the one’s who stood… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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