Tag Archive: California

The coastline.

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In January 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. T The Coastline.. I fell in love… Continue reading

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Wordless Wednesday.

Photos of the beautiful planet.                                                                                                       Big Surf, California.                                                                                                            The ocean.                                  … Continue reading

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Love and hate

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem from 1978. Youth allow the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate Sitting by the Monterey bay alone. Thinking… Continue reading

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I wanted everything and I needed nothing.

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                       I wanted everything and… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend.

A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.                         The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                    My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading

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I used to be.

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.      … Continue reading

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Love, dance and celebrate being alive.

Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading

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Waiting by the wayside.

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside I was  waiting by the wayside. Tried to figure… Continue reading

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