Utopia of the pen and the paper.

Utopia of the pen and the paper.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Last freedom is the mind. Can't control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.

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                              Utopia of the pen and the paper.

In the sixties. There was a good dream.
We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.
The Utopia dream fell apart by poor decisions and incompetent leaders.

Utopia had become a forgotten dream and word.
People believe work is life. Life is work. People had become like cattle waiting for the slaughter by
a government that had lost control.

The media is controlled.
A waiting list for men and women taking the chance on war than finding work in a desperate times.

Poor kids are looking for answers and reasons to try.
The USA flag bleed of distaste for peace and poor young people pay the price.
America the beautiful. Is America with 47 million people on welfare.
One in four are going to bed hungry.

Utopia of the pen and the paper is our last chance.
We must express what we need and want.
We must demand change.

I tell the kids.
Education, education and more education.
Travel, test life and have fun. Don't allow the liars to destroy their hope.

There is Utopia for the wise.
Love, dance and test life.
Ride the big storms in the great sea. Climb to the highest mountain peaks.
Know pleasure and have many good days of laughter and good friends near.

I believe like the great Neil Young quote. "Times are a-changing."
We are strong in the USA.
The Utopia of the pen and paper cannot be controlled.
Free-will and dreams cannot be killed off.
Strong people will survive and become stronger my friend.

If no-one volunteers for the police actions.
Would we have Soldiers?
Yes we would. The draft.

Dreamers lead with their hearts. Utopia is far away today.
Dreamers still dream. People are tire of war.
We must write, create art and music.
Ensure Utopia is felt by the kids.

kids need to know they are safe and sound.
Not future Soldiers for a Government with war as their tool.

Freedom my friend. Is missed when it is gone.

Utopia of the pen and paper. Use it wisely.
Our choices today will balance the future of this generation and the next.

                         Coyote

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© 2013 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Thoughts and fears. I hope I left something for my kids?

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Again... like the first one I read... this compliments even more... the utopia is not gone... but yet sinking... we hold the undivided line of where we choose to go from here... the idea that a child finds reading...boring is astounding...and ask him/her to watch a movie...the reaction is totally different...they love them...because the work is already done for them...I got that from over-hearing a child talk about school...he said his least favorite subject was literature (reading)...if that shows any sign of drought...then I guess we have to step up the plate...when children are raising children...there's a development of lack for luster...I can go on... but I believe you see the picture...

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Read some Dryden. I found one of his books at a library sale. Best of Dryden. I read his book. The.. read more



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It is impossible to put a stop to our becoming. The events in the past were as planned to give birth to another plan and to serve as a mirror. It is an endless cycle. And there is a lot of things we don't have control of except shaping our dreams. Yes, there is Utopia in our dreams, in our hearts, that can be of the pen and paper not only for the future generations of the United States of America but throughout the world, throughout mankind. The question is, will the mothers and the fathers have the eyes that understand? This is a very impressive write full of truth and compassion.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Indeed the times they are a changing. Each generation defines their beliefs and hopes then passes the world on to the next generation. Nicely expressed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

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Thank you for the comment and reading. I hope for days when kids don't fear growing up because of fe.. read more

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..

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