Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
I remember you. I need a warm day.
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
No love, no glory..
No love, no glory… ( April is poetry month. Poem number fifteen.) 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in… Continue reading
Come home with me.. And two amazing Tom Waits songs.
Come home with me.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number fourteen.) Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we… Continue reading
Calling dear Michigan..
Calling dear Michigan… Dear Jenny, just leaving a message. I haven’t forgot you my sweetie. I am sorry I joined a war to escape Michigan. I wanted death and I was so tire.… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
( April is poetry month. Poem number thirteen.) I saw the sun in your eyes.. ( You let me love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are… Continue reading
Yearning eyes..
( April is poetry month. This was never published. Written in 2017. Poem number eight for April. Yearning eyes.. A beautiful and sacred morning led me to you. You were California beautiful and… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on..
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading