Dreaming of Texas.
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poems
Negative words do not help.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
Poets don’t complain. They write.
1-Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wildflowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the light.Hiding no… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Poetry-love, passion and meaning… “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to downtown Monterey nightly. The beach was empty till Seaside. The entrance to the Pacific was always… Continue reading
Concrete angel.
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
Earth Day poetry. For Mother Nature.
Earth day poem- Mother NatureA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Earth day poem. ) Mother Nature. Chief Pontiac once questions the white man ways.… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
The word man.
The word-man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.” Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading