Highway 80 is calling my name.
Highway 80 is calling my name. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling my name. I’m tire, so damn tired.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
The sea, the wishes.
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Waterfall.
Waterfall A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe waterfall, free-flowing water. Like we should be.)“ Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall….. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
One, two,three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
Dead flowers. Written and verbal poetry.
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you.
I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation.
Big Sur meditation… Who are we, my friend?Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life.Lifeless eyes, waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Some California poetry.
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading