Category Archive: Monterey

–She danced by the light of the candles

She danced by the light of the candles. I sat  by the bay. I watched the sun fall into the sea. I was a street poet of the night. I wore Army greens… Continue reading

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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 Monterey in early… Continue reading

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Monterey –part two–Love glances and stolen kisses

Monterey-part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story being born                                     Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey.… Continue reading

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A new story begin. Monterey

Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters.                                Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was okay. I… Continue reading

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_I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you.The summer days were long.… Continue reading

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_The Poet (the wordman)

The Poet  (the wordman) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                           The Poet Many… Continue reading

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-The Poet

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                         The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading

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One of my favorites. __I will remember you

I will remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I will remember you. The summer… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”

Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading

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Finally a new story. “If it be your will”

If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading

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