Category Archive: Humanitarian

Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel….   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading

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The last man standing…

The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend.                                The last man standing…   Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading

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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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Ly O Lay Ale Loya (The circle dance)

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) (The world is fighting a common enemy. This sickness touched the four corners of our world. I hope our leaders learn. One people and one earth.… Continue reading

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Blinded, but not dead yet

Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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One earth, 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?… Continue reading

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“Listen to the wind”

Listen to the wind   Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother… Continue reading

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Never again

                    Never again, Nie wieder, Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. He told me it must never happen again. He told me… Continue reading

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