Tag Archive: California

The poet’s heart…

__The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a Summer waltz near the sea and I am waiting for… Continue reading

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Love is, just another four letter word..

Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  July new poetry thirty-five…  The word, Love is. Just another four letter word…  She was so tire of the useless words spoken… 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 words… Continue reading

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Angela…

Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.              Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading

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Bir 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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The loveliest girl in Monterey…

The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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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

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Wild Irish Rose and the great George Jones song…

Wild Irish Rose..   Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman..

Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The good days are not forgotten.                              Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near… I was… Continue reading

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Sweet whispers of love…

Sweet whispers of love… 1- The poet loved the softness of the flute, he adored the strength of the violin. He yearned to hear the music played by talented angels, making his mind… Continue reading

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