Tag Archive: California

Only you…

Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry for love                                 Only you… I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely… Continue reading

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Big Sur and a beautiful Alisa Fineman song..

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                            Big Surf and Alisa Fineman.. I put two brothers into graves, one in 1988 and… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer…

The sinner’s prayer My father believed, if he went to church on New Year eve. All sins would be forgiven. Father, old soldier, drinker and hell raiser. I pray, a place for men,… Continue reading

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Wild horses…

 Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming… Me and Jim Morrison ghost hanging out.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading

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We become, who we suppose to be…

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Chapter one. I believe, life takes us where we suppose to be.                     … Continue reading

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I am jealous of the sea…

I am jealous of the sea… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some new words. I need a year in Monterey.  I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming… Continue reading

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No tears at my farewell…

No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them.                        No tears at my farewell… When my body becomes tiredThe blood doesn’t… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes…

 I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading

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Never enough whiskey, she told me…

 Never enough whiskey, she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn taverns are the place to die, dear… Continue reading

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