Category Archive: Nature

It is good to be a Word-man or Word-woman.

                                   Johnnie in California in 1992 The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people 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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Run with the wind and dance with the sea.

  Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                      Run with the wind and dance… Continue reading

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Brother peace, sister peace. A re-blog for the sweet word PEACE.

Brother peace, sister love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is alive and well. Why? English: PEARL HARBOR (Nov. 11, 2010) Naval Station Regional Ceremonial Guard conducts a 21-gun salute in honor of… Continue reading

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A poem to remember warm and sunny days. Big Surf a-dreaming

Big Surf a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.                    … Continue reading

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Wisdom of the Medicine wheel One planet and one people

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. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been… Continue reading

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Poem for the coming days of Spring. Wildflower dreams

Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious.                                     Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty… Continue reading

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The Waltz Poetry for the days of Spring.

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.   The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves… Continue reading

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The Ancient Warrior

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading

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What is real, my friend?

What is real, my friend? (Our leader is threatening war. He don’t understand this world. Old countries want face to face talks.  Every place in this world is different in customs. Real leaders… Continue reading

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