Never, neverland…
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
Almost to California.. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
A canvas of you. A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her. You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survive the bad days and my… Continue reading
Dangerous woman… She was dressed in her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and her pale skin. Her dark eyes surveyed him with interest. He knew, she would be his instrument… Continue reading
Highway 40 called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 40 called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading
Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love with a re-write. Only you I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz … (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
Poetry for the Pacific 1—–I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean.. The choir of the moving water, the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can hear… Continue reading