“Dangerous places and beautiful faces”
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
“The blue eyed girl
The blue eyed girl “When you got nothing to lose. Can’t fall too far my friends.” I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue eyed girl with hair… Continue reading
I needed a California poem. “Big Sur and Alisa Fineman”
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading
When the war is over and Lay down your guns
Missing pieces I saw the great storms. 15,000 Soldiers standing their ground. They were willing to fight and die for old Glory. I stood with my friends and we were waited for the… Continue reading
More Texas poetry. “Her beauty had not blinded me” (Adult)
Her beauty has not blinded me She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish.… Continue reading
One of oldest and one of my favorite. My lady
My lady My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched. I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your… Continue reading
Some Texas poetry. Ashtray, 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 cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
Happy Mother day. Grandmother and mother are the teacher of love and kindness.
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
“She had Angels wings upon her back.”
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
“A woman like you”
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be… Continue reading