The missing pieces- Part one

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.         … Continue reading →

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We are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading →

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A re-write for modern times-Everybody knows

I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen. Sometime we need to learn emotion and feelings from people who lived a long life.) “Everybody knows” Mr. President, Senate and the House of Rep.… Continue reading →

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Just thoughts —-Missing pieces

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.    … Continue reading →

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War. What is it good for? Nothing.

Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence.                              What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading →

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Good days, good music and lost dreams of Utopia

    Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… Continue reading →

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“Brother peace, sister love”

Brother peace, sister love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is alive and well. Why? English: PEARL HARBOR (Nov. 11, 2010) Naval Station Regional Ceremonial Guard conducts a 21-gun salute in honor of… Continue reading →

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My small books of thoughts

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… 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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Stand-up

Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading →

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