Tag Archive: Poet

Nothing will last forever….

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

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The crossroads of the embrace or the decay?

The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time you would… Continue reading

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Broken promises and forgotten places….

Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise man accept responsibility for his actions.                                     Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields… Continue reading

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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

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I don’t remember how you looked….

(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

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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

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Please show me the face…

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

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Dead man arms…

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

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryToday matters. Do one thing, you enjoy.                                   We are… Continue reading

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The lady near the sea…

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

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