Tag Archive: United States

For July 4th

July fourth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom isn’t free.                             July fourth. I have stood with 15,000 Soldiers. A… Continue reading

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The word “Freedom”

The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings.          The word “Freedom” Written in 1989/rewritten in 2014 I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined… Continue reading

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Heal, not kill.

“Peace comes from within.  Do not seek it without.” ― Gautama Buddha             Heal, not kill   The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of… Continue reading

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Freedom isn’t free.

            Freedom is free.  We must fight for our freedom. Can’t allow our basic right to be stolen. This is the land of the free and the brave.… Continue reading

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Memorial day is coming. We need to remember the Soldiers and our family.

We need to stop and remember the people missed. Memorial day need to be a day of remembrance and thankfulness. Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold… Continue reading

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This is a real story. Kalila was a Soldier. Please read.

This isn’t one of my stories. Kalila was a Soldier. A true hero. Her story brought me to tears. 20 chapters of worthwhile reading. This story is posted in Writer Cafe. Thoughts From… Continue reading

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Native American journey. “The Water, Sky and the Earth”

                                      The planet give us great beauty                … Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Part ten. “New hope and dreams.”

Highway 80 west stories. Part ten. New hope and dreams. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Can leave one prison to fall into a worst one. Be free while you can.                         Highway 80… 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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