I serenaded to the paragon of beauty…
(Big Sur, 1992) I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon… Continue reading
(Big Sur, 1992) I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Written in 1984) I don’t remember how you looked….. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your… Continue reading
Happy or sad?… Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always near me now.… Continue reading
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
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
We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryToday matters. Do one thing, you enjoy. We are… Continue reading
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
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
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
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