Monthly Archive: January, 2014

Stone face man

The stone face man                             A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to… Continue reading →

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Big Sur and Monterey, California. (No words Wednesday.)

  A view of Big Sur from the nearby hills.   Downtown Monterey   River Inn, Big Sur   The dangerous rocks at Pfeiffer beach.    

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A dance with Death

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                            … Continue reading →

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Neon highway

Neon highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blinded and accept less.                                  Neon highway Beautiful woman sometime can get lost. Love become just another four letter words used to create… Continue reading →

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“I will love you forever and a day.”

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.   ” I will love you forever and… Continue reading →

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Souvenirs

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells from… Continue reading →

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I love you

                                        50 years together                    … Continue reading →

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Give and take

Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive.         Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I… Continue reading →

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Martin Luther King Jr. dreams and hope must be kept alive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UK8Z3i3aTq4#t=0 Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate… Continue reading →

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Quiet echoes and secluded places

Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading →

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