Tag Archive: California

Don’t look at me with disappointment…

Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading

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Wild as the wind…

Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I… Continue reading

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The stormy sea…

The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.                         The stormy sea… The beauty of the Monterey bay, left… Continue reading

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A lady vow…

A lady vow… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  August new poetry number twenty-three.  A lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken.… Continue reading

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Worn and torn love…

Worn and torn love                         -Written on 8 April 1985-                         (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.                         I tries to pick her up and show her life was okay.                         I hope she… Continue reading

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Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.

Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading

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Torn angel…

Torn Angel… (With a proper edit.) My  broken Angel.Please smile for me andstay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart andyou don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance… Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.Can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading

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The prettiest gal in Michigan.

The prettiest gal in Michigan.. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading

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The silent sea..

The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The ocean, memories and old dreams.                           The silent sea.. We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weaved us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can… Continue reading

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