Category Archive: activism and peace work

Can you see? the truth.

Can you see? The truth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but… Continue reading

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‘Peace will come, even if, one by one.’

Peace will come, even if, only by one.   Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. A old prayer repeated often in his lifetime.   “Please God of the sea,… Continue reading

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‘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. Always hope hiding somewhere.)   Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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‘The earth, the sky and the water.’

The earth, the sky and the water   I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face… Continue reading

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‘One people/One earth’

One people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible War would end… Continue reading

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You are gone and I’m here’.

(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) –You are gone and I am here. You are gone and I’m here War, violence… Continue reading

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California mountain

The mountain city Slow and easy pace in the mountains. Time to think and reflex  on life, The mountain is a wise teacher. Better to be mountain, then a running river. Good to… Continue reading

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Old Monterey and Hemingway

Old Monterey and Hemingway   I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading

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‘The war, the blood and the gun’

The war, the blood and the gun   No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War… Continue reading

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Our world

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Our world Grandchild play with other children at the beach. He does not see the color of the other children skin and he doesn’t… Continue reading

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