Category Archive: graveyard

I understand why we protect the wildflowers…

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now… I sit… Continue reading

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.               Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading

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Remember our Soldiers. Many are in harms way. Prayer we bring home. Safe and sound.

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at… Continue reading

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“Blood and wine”

Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life.                        Blood and wine. Most of us are just… 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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“Just meat and tales of kisses”

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… 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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Be flexible branches than dead roots

Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be flexible branches not… Continue reading

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“You are gone and I’m here”

You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon.   (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous… Continue reading

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