Tag Archive: California

Morning glory..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.”                                Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I… Continue reading

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Dear Maggie Elizabeth..

Dear Maggie.. ( Dream writing again.) She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco,… Continue reading

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My dream weaver..

My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur.We had the half moon above us andI saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes.I tossed you into a swirl… Continue reading

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My dear Beatrice..

My dear Beatrice.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and  the laughter. Enter into the mediation of… Continue reading

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San Francisco..

San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading

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Wild as the wind..

Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea.I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I need… Continue reading

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Almost home..

Almost home.. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading

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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

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The quiet of the day..

The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden.   The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and a beautiful Samantha Fish song..

Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —-Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover.Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face from angel to the… Continue reading

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