“I serenaded to the paragon of beauty”
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of… Continue reading
Category Archive: California
“In Monterey”
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea. In Monterey Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face
The first time I saw your face A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death… Continue reading
“Jennifer”
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
I need a day by the sea- Big Sur a-dreaming
Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading
Some California poetry- I want to see you again
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories… Continue reading
The Monterey days-The dance
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading
California poetry-Run with the wind
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the… Continue reading
I need a California poem. Alisa Fineman
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading
California dreaming
California dreaming A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I… Continue reading