Category Archive: government

For 9-11 “The world is crying”

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 30 years old. I rewrote for the poor people lost in New York city and the… Continue reading

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Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “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.… Continue reading

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When war is far away. It is closer then we believe. “Shadows”

                A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.                       Shadows… Continue reading

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Kindness and love is the way. “Peace, mercy and forgiveness”

  Peace, mercy and forgiveness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Forgiveness and the lost of hate is necessary. Mercy for our spirit for holding hate that will make us dark and cold. We… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more. Utopia of the pen and the paper

                      Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely.… Continue reading

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God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash)

God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash) A Poem by Coyote Poetry I have listened to Neil Young and Johnnie cash tonight. Good song create powerful poetry.     God’s going to cut… Continue reading

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I’m tire of war, hate and separation. “Blind fury.”

      Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?… Continue reading

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Time to pause and think . How many more must die for the profit of war??

Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know… Continue reading

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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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