Monthly Archive: September, 2018

Some photos and some words- Big Sur

Big Sur, a dreaming River Inn drinking coffee, the sea is near. No wi-fi, no phone service. Big Sur, Utopia for us who love the sea and the forest. Coyote    

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‘Damn those eyes’

Damn those eyes My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful, you made my drink taste bitter and my hunger to die. Forgotten. Those kind and… Continue reading →

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‘The Chelsea hotel’

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading →

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I am going to California.

  I am going  to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I… Continue reading →

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Poetry for the eyes.- Monterey photos.

Monterey   I knew her 30 years ago, Monterey. I met her again in May. I hope to see again one day- I hope.            

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Poetry for the eyes.- Photos

  California mountain. Before the fire.                   Idyllwild Perfection, beautiful. The trees, the mountains, 6,000 above sea level. I pray to see her healthy and… Continue reading →

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‘Dead ends’

Dead ends   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends   Brothers… Continue reading →

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A prison to keep us safe

Originally posted on HoneyGwhiz:
The white sands of a beach. With clear blue skies. A fine day for a picnic. I could not get access. Luxury homes along the coast. Overlooking the blue…

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‘What hold value?’

What hold value? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you wanting for things lost and cannot be found. Must stop, drink some coffee and spend time… Continue reading →

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‘Fire, the flame and you’

Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in  the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly… Continue reading →

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