One more cup of coffee and a Big Sur story.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
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The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation.
Big Sur meditation. Who are we, my friend?Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life.Lifeless eyes, waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew. You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea 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… Continue reading
When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Morning glory.
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Big Sur.
Big Sur. A L.A gal is dancing alone with the Big Sur Sea, and the moon half-moon is lighting up the night for her. She wanted a refuge from the madness of the… Continue reading
We need more barefoot days. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
We need more barefoot days. (April is poetry month. New poetry number ten.) I feel in love with the Pacific Ocean in 1992. I was very lucky. The Army send me to Fort… Continue reading