Monthly Archive: October, 2020

Almost to California..

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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The darkest days…

The darkest days A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice… Continue reading

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The stranger and the poet’s song..

The stranger and the poet’s song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The stranger and the poet’s song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate… Continue reading

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Did we give enough?

Did we give enough?/Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted  to the sea. Did I give enough?/did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She tossed off… Continue reading

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Teach hate or teach love?

Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry My morning thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love… Continue reading

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Just some words and thoughts.

Just words. A Poem by Coyote PoetryDo we create our place in our world? I have always loved the barefoot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their… Continue reading

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2500 miles away…..

 2500 miles I sat alone by the Big Sur Pacific. It is 1992 and I have found my sanity again. The writers and poets of Monterey befriended me. They call me the dark… Continue reading

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Love words of a mad man…

Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words 1-Break me Please break me and  make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to… Continue reading

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Almost lovers….

Almost lovers—- Misty eyes girl, she loved the sea, she loved the whiskey, she was a shade of light, a shade of darkness. She knew the rhythm of every Leonard song. I loved… Continue reading

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The Ojibwa prayer- Illusions..

THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading

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