Tag Archive: California

She was a dancer..

She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy.

The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.               The lucky or the crazy. We danced by… Continue reading

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The lullaby.

The lullaby. The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring Day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be… Continue reading

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You can’t always get what you want.

You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… Continue reading

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She was a sea dancer.

She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea; she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading

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One more cup of coffee.

One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading

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A wish upon a star.

A wish upon a star. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Rewrote some older poetry.  A wish upon a starA Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.  A  wish upon a star… Every night before I… Continue reading

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Summer morning day poetry.

Summer morning day poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My muse is alive this day  Summer morning day poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss?… Continue reading

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The empty jars.

The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading

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I remember you.

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.  I remember you.                The summer days were long.The… Continue reading

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