Category Archive: government

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.

                                            My Grandparent   We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading

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Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you.

                            WW2  graveyard outside of Paris     Never again. Forgotten words.       If we have no peace,… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine. The real truth.

                                                Death Valley   Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine.… Continue reading

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A story. Old Soldier

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading

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What men do. Part two

          (When two nations try to discuss peace with false want. No-one can win.) . What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must… Continue reading

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The white flag

The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong?                                      The white… Continue reading

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The Gospel told by a common man

                  (A old poem written years ago. Seem we got more twisted and confused led my weak leaders. Time for less government and for the… 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 cooperation of all of… Continue reading

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The man with the sad eyes

(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written.                           The man… 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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