The poet…


The Poet…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. "                  

      The Poet…

Many moons ago in the city of Monterey, Ca
I create many friends at the many Poetry readings.
I would read three days a week in the evenings.
I led some and I was a reader/listener.
They honored me by calling me the Poet.
I believe the greatest honor is when someone who loved the word.
Honored you by calling you the street Poet.

I learn many lessons from the old and new writers.
Good words I hold close and I tried to live by.

There are many ways to live and many ways to die.

We can chose to laugh, dance and celebrate each new day or
swim in the sorrow of hide and see misery and self-pity.


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