Tag Archive: California

Come away with me…

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The Coyote spirit..

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.  Coyote spirit.. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held… Continue reading →

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The gray whale…

The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry  A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive.                        The gray whale  (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading →

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Midnight rendezvous..

 Midnight rendezvous….    “Kind woman are gifts to wise men.” A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.”  My old heart and… Continue reading →

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My beautiful Beatrice…

(My dear Beatrice by the Monterey bay in 1992.) My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky… Continue reading →

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The coastline…

(Johnnie dancing with the Pacific in 1992.) The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk… Continue reading →

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Big Sur a-dreaming…

 Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise. A beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading →

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Let it be…

Let it be…                Old man sitting alone…                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea.                He write… Continue reading →

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Angela…

(My Big Sur in 1994. Near the River Inn. Big Sur, blessed by the hands of God.) Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull… Continue reading →

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California dreaming..

California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… Continue reading →

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