Teach the children well, by Crosby, Stills and Nash.

Originally posted on charles1958:
I read a wonderful poem by my friend and fellow blogger John Coyote who is part Native American, and in it he puts forward the Native American way of…

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Some days are better

Some days are better A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem about life and a good day Some days are better Old age had taught me. Bad days become less painful. Struggles make… Continue reading

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~Tempest~

Originally posted on Paris Poems:
johncoyote:A amazing Poet. Originally posted on Paris Poems: View original

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Delicate wings

Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others                              Delicate wings Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip down their… Continue reading

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Someone Bring The Tits To War

Originally posted on Teacup Full Of Whisky:
So, like after thousands and thousands of years of beating the shit out of each other and killing everything important: the crops, the art, the human…

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Peace, sweet peace

Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading

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triple shot friday – wallace stevens poetry and pics

Originally posted on priorhouse blog:
Happy Friday Everyone! For triple shot Friday – I have some poems to share – but first – I dedicate this song to a fellow blogger who is…

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours

You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading

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“Love and hate”

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be… Continue reading

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a mighty girl

Originally posted on Morning by morning:
he came to berate you for the color of your skin he stood with those protesting your right to live. an angry mob billowing voices of hate.…

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