Tag Archive: Soldier

I love you. I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the song. I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love… Continue reading

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One gift of kindness can lead to miracles.

  One gift of kindness can create a movement of love that can lead to wave of hope and love. Heal/not kill.   Forgive/don’t hold regret.     Love/ don’t know hate This… Continue reading

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“The waltz”

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 were… 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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I called your name

(Thank you Paris poem, her words are my muse) I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me.… Continue reading

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“Bloody Carnival”

Bloody Carnival A Poem by Coyote Poetry HIV, Starvation and War. Hard to see the good in this world. Bloody Carnival Disoriented and disenchanted with my world around me. The carnage and blood… Continue reading

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“If I was the king of the forest.” Written in 1978

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading

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Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”

The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.                                    The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading

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“Existence of love”

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading

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New York city. Part two. Central Park.

Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York                     Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading

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