“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
Kindness, we need… In her eyes, I saw the sea, in her eyes, I saw the long Monterey beach, in her eyes. She had the figure of the Aphrodite, she had the voice… Continue reading
Lovely Veronica. The prettiest poet in Monterey read her work to us at the Monterey Coffee house. “Hello love, hello kind friend. In your eyes, you make me feel so worthwhile and so… Continue reading
Lady green, lady blue… Lady green, lady blue, lady sweet. Please allow me to watch you dance with the Pacific. Please allow me to waltz with you with the Summer moon above. Allow… Continue reading
The reaper… I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
__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
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
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
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
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