Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.. (April, the Poetry month number fourteen.) The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing.… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz.. We were doing a waltz upon the beach andthe waves was the… Continue reading
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old dreams never fade away.) A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes.I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss… Continue reading