Am I dead or alive??
Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem found. Written 1987. Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion,describe love,describe pain. For every beautiful moment.Must there be pain also? For… Continue reading
Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem found. Written 1987. Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion,describe love,describe pain. For every beautiful moment.Must there be pain also? For… Continue reading
Disease.. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.“I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention.” He whispered.“Beauty is one less burden you… Continue reading
The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road It was a cold winter day in late… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
Originally posted on Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times:
Maybe I Have a Black Soul You told me I was differentYou told me I was crazyYou told me I’m…
A Short-Story in Verse ? The Timeless Meets the Timely ? The shadow of eternity falls painfully On the moment that craves immortality. Memories fortified into cold marble Cast a pall of nascent…
Lead with concern, kindness and forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. And the best version of a wonderful song. What do our children see? What lessons are being taught to the children? We… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy… Continue reading
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever… Continue reading
Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
Standing underneath a grove of autumn treesthe girl and her charmscompliment each other. One can’t really tellwhere the sky beginsall that I can confess,I can only stare. There…