“Passing through”
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer, we can never win. Jack London once wrote, “The gods always win. Men believe they… Continue reading
Category Archive: poet
“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarettes, Jack Daniels whiskey… Continue reading
“Looking for my Agnes”
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading
“I will sing the blues for you”
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
“I understand why we protect the wildflowers”
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading
“I want to see you again”
I want to see you again The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of the fearless lovers. I wandered the beaches of Monterey. I looked at the faces of the… Continue reading
“First words, last words”
First words, last words Words can be powerful tools, can awake the fearful and dead in heart. Sweet love, eternal love, tender love make me dream and yearn for the kind embrace. Sweet… Continue reading
“Blame not the kiss”
Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face. Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes. The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me.… Continue reading
The ancient floors
(1992, Monterey) Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling… Continue reading
The sea dancer
The sea dancer The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told… Continue reading