Category Archive: activism and peace work

I hate you, war.

I hate you, war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.           I hate you, War Dear grandchild. I’m so sorry. I left you just blood and hate.  My father left me Vietnam… Continue reading

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Happy New Year-Some song and a prayer

  New year wish I wish for a perfect silence. Where all we can hear is the laughter of children playing and singing at the lake or a park.. I wish for the… Continue reading

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One people and one earth-Pray for peace

Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading

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“Blinded. But not dead yet”

Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading

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It is too late , my friend.

It is too late, my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Accepting the world as is. We are to blame also.                           Is it too late my friend? I have stood by good… Continue reading

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“Blood and the wine

Blood and the wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life.                        Blood and the wine. Most of us… Continue reading

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Pray for peace-today and everyday

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading

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Jill Cobb-Her amazing words and thoughts. Read and pass on.

Racism the New Cancer A Story by Jill Cobb Ok guys…taking a big chance here with this one. It’s an analogy of racism being the same as cancer. It’s more of an article… Continue reading

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Concern, kindness and love

Blind to world sorrow. Deep in self-need. What do we become? A life with knowing love, without the balance of charity and concern for our world. We were just strangers living with blindness… Continue reading

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Old poem, same meaning-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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