Category Archive: photos

“Hands of stone”

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard and… Continue reading

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Photo Wednesday

40 year old photos. Grandfather told me. You need to travel, test life and have fun. These are the needed memories for us in our old age.  Have many friends, never dwell on… Continue reading

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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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Merry Christmas-What will I remember?

What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading

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Photo Wednesday-Wisdom for the young

Old man  wisdom I told my childrens. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. I saw 40 countries and befriended  many kind people. Life is to be lived. My grandfather… Continue reading

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Photo Wednesday-No beauty in war

War War, my friend. Man’s sin against himself. When men fight for nations without the cause of defense. Just slaughter of   men and women for the hunger of war. No-one win a… Continue reading

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My earth, our earth-A prayer

My earth, our earth.-A prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank… Continue reading

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Happy New Year

    The best days   The best days. Family together. Laughter  shared. Our greatest wealth. A healthy and happy family. I wish everyone a Happy New years and a successful 2016. John… Continue reading

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Luther Vandross –Dance with my father

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Bubbles and dreams in the wind

Bubbles and dreams in the wind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                   Bubbles and dreams in the wind I work like a dog. My body is sore and I can barely… Continue reading

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