On the thread of a word…
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryEvery word had meaning. On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryEvery word had meaning. On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers….. Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.We travel… Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love… (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos…. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1989 Nothing will last forever…. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last… 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