My Christmas wish. Peace and calm in our world.


A wish for us all.

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Peace,  mercy and forgiveness.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Forgiveness and the lost of hate. Is the mercy for our spirit. Can’t live in the past.

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                     Peace, mercy and forgiveness.

Peace, my friend.
Will it be possible when we bury our last child wrapped in flags of honor?
When the hate and violence of war kill off all the good in our world?
War is man’s sin. Sending the young men and woman to die for the profit of war.

A eye for a eye world.
No-one will win.
Our children will pay for our hate and separation.

I loaded the dead from Death Valley into storage containers.
Thousand of men lost to war. We frozed the bodies waiting for the war to end. Families didn’t know if their sons and fathers were dead.
No mercy in war. No mercy for the people left behind. No mercy for the great cities…

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Roses for Rose – A Love Story


So touching

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Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

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Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.”
“My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then sat the vase…

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Goodnight Teddy: Anon


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Teddy, I’ve been bad again, My Mommy told me so; I’m not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought that you might know.

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When I woke up this morning, I knew that she was mad; Cause she was crying awful hard, And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good, And do just what she said; I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt, When she yelled at me to hurry; And I guess she didn’t hear me, When I told her I was sorry.

Cause she hit me awful hard, you see, And called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed.

When I said, “I love you, Mommy,” I guess she didn’t understand; Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth. Or…

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–The canvas of love


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The canvas of love

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with patience and concern.

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 Josef Kote - The Promise

                         The canvas of love

Great temples had been built for the emotion of love.
Dante’s dreamed of his Beatrice till his death.
Artist paint with blessed eyes. Great beauty to be never forgotten.
The Gods gave up everything to know the warmth and the pleasure of the gentle kiss.
The long and warm embrace of a lover.

Cowards tell us. Love is nothing. Better to give just enough. Love is just fantasy for the dreamers.
Nothing last forever. You have only two things to do. To be born and die. Survival of the fittest.

I believe we are nothing without love.
Today I know love expand. I have children and…

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On the Pulse of Morningby Maya Angelou


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A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,  
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens  
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom  
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

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Picture of Maya Angelou

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,  
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in  
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out to us today,  
You may stand upon me,  
But do not hide your face.

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Hold silence and listen


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Hold Silence and listen

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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We learn too late to listen.

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Silence and listen

Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.
Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.
Pride just more sin to had swam in.

He learned to hold silence and listen. He had a wide open door for kids and family.
He don’t visit the two brothers graves who believe death was sweeter than life.
He still don’t understand how babies in life can find the rope a better place than being alive.

Hard life and times for people today. Old man learned. Listen to the people near. Don’t give lectures and
no support. He looked at the eyes of children and friends. He listen now. He tell them it will be okay. Please call me if you…

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A Stranger Passed By


Time to care, think before actions.

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I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
“Oh, excuse me please” was my reply.

He said, “Please, excuse me too,
Wasn’t even watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood beside me very still.

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When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

She walked away, her little heart broken
at how harshly I had spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,

“While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by…

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