The sparkle in your eyes.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old memories and places.” The sparkles in your eyes. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around you. I remember how badly… Continue reading
Daily Archive: December 14, 2025
Let it be.
Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific Ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook. Secret… Continue reading
She was a dancer..
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Highway 80 west calling me.
Highway 80 west calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 west calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I… Continue reading