Category Archive: anti-war

Ayla Nereo song and poetry for nature/peace.

  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… Continue reading

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Locked and loaded…

Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.                                       Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading

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Our world…

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                       Our world One earth and people,… Continue reading

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If I had magic…

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone once. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide the… Continue reading

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Last person standing….

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading

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Do the fallen remember?…

  Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading

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Martin Luther King Jr. day. January 20

As a boy. I heard Martin Luther King Jr. speak in Detroit. He spoke with the thunder of hope. Please remember the man of honor, the man of peace.

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The value of one life

The value of one life Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ———————————————————————————————————- Maybe the enemy are with-in the walls.… Continue reading

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Some quote and almost 2020

Quotes and thoughts about peace and war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words ” Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding. Albert Einstein” “An eye for an eye… Continue reading

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The illusion, A Ojibwa prayer

 THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading

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