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 about a… Continue reading
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Where will this road lead us?
Where will this road lead us? Love has became a raging torment in my heart and mind. I was blinded by disappointment and hate. Love has forsaken me. This was the love I… Continue reading
The coastline.
The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline I fell in love with her on… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.
The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak. She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today. And she loved the… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles.
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall into the sea. I was the street poet of the night and I wore my Army greens in the… Continue reading
Tell me something.
Tell me something.. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I want… Continue reading
Two Guitars.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once… Continue reading
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