Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee .
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
Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
The poet.
“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 the city of Monterey, CaI create many friends… Continue reading
You, the sea and the journey.
You, the sea and the journey. I love the sea and the long path. I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is jealous of your beautiful face. My… Continue reading
I am still alive.
I am still alive. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading