My last stand will be in New York city

My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.          … Continue reading

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We have no peace in our world. How many days of war do we need before we seek peace?

WW2 support to be the last war. We are on the road to world destruction. Israel want to force a world war. Iran is raising cane. Need to gather the wise people of… Continue reading

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The Medicine wheel

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.                … Continue reading

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Killer on the road

Killer on the road A Iraqi man drank  his coffee. He watched the military trucks drive by.He looked to the sky and murmured a pray. “I will miss you my wife, my children.”… Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons

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

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I remember you

I remember you. The summer days were long. The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun. Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days. Thaw our cold hearts. The… Continue reading

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Trujillo

Trujillo A Poem by Coyote Poetry A long time ago I lived this story. I will go back one day to thank the people of Trujillo for showing me life can be good.… Continue reading

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For a hero. Rachel Corrie

Beautiful American.  (For a hero. Rachel Corrie)     A Poem by Coyote Poetry When you give your life for another. These people are the Angels waiting in heaven.           Beautiful American (For… Continue reading

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No cure for love

No cure for love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime looking back. The bad days don’t seem so bad.                   No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend.

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. You did not leave me my friend.Old man sat alone. Whiskey… Continue reading

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