Happy or sad…
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
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
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist, and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
Forever young… I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————-The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survived the bad days and… Continue reading