Tag Archive: History

Write, write and write some more.

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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The journey. “The Water, Sky and the Earth.”

The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two of my story about four people trying to find their way in a confusing world. Old Earth need… Continue reading

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Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you.

                            WW2  graveyard outside of Paris     Never again. Forgotten words.       If we have no peace,… Continue reading

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Sir Nicholas Winton

  Nicholas Winton Sir Nicholas George Winton, MBE is a British humanitarian who organized the rescue of 669 mostly Jewish children from German-occupied Czechoslovakia on the eve of the Second World War, in… Continue reading

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The white flag

The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong?                                      The white… Continue reading

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The Gospel told by a common man

                  (A old poem written years ago. Seem we got more twisted and confused led my weak leaders. Time for less government and for the… 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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Everybody knows

Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion.    (I borrow a few lines from… Continue reading

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A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

            Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see… Continue reading

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It is cut and dried.

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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