Tag Archive: California

Please come home to me.

Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading

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I remember you.

I remember you… The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading

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The Pacific Ocean.

The Pacific Ocean. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The sea. Beautiful place weaved into my dream.                                     … Continue reading

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Show me your real face.

Show me your real face. I loved the Monterey bay. I would bring my beer and whiskey to the Pacific, I would write into my journal, drink the cold beer slowly, I watched… Continue reading

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The poet and the artist.

The poet and the artist A poet and a artist sitting by Santa Cruz boardwalk drinking coffee and chasing conversation. The morning was perfect, the sea was calm and the coffee was strong.… Continue reading

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My lovely Lilith.

 My lovely Lilith The dark poet loved the Monterey big storms. The Pacific was raging and dancing. He went to the Pacific ocean early in the morning wearing wet suit and carrying his… Continue reading

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I am jealous of the sea.

I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading

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The fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.

The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading

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A wish upon the first star of the night.

A wish upon the first star of the night. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old dreams never fade away.  A wish upon the first star of the night. Every night before I close my… Continue reading

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Dead flowers.

Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading

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