Monthly Archive: January, 2022

Please show me the face…

Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading

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Dead man arms…

Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryToday matters. Do one thing, you enjoy.                                   We are… Continue reading

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The lady near the sea…

The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading

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Love is like a hammer….

  Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs,… Continue reading

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Red along the Eyes ∞ Rainbows among the Engineers

Originally posted on Aubrey's Arch:
Self Evident, …super sure That’s what I was looking @ & yes ~on House Square Feet being big · I want you to respect that Woman, see things…

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Poetry and a song of legend…

 I overlooked the orchid… I overlooked the orchid while searching for a rose. The orchid I overlooked was you. The rose that I was searching for was proved to be untrue. The orchid,… Continue reading

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Like a River…

 Like a river…. I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading

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2022 is here. My wish is to be. Humble and kind.

Be kind, listen and be humble…. We are in the company of death always; I told the young writer. Don’t rush through life. Life moved fast enough. Find time to sit on the… Continue reading

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Wild horses…

 Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist, and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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