Tag Archive: California

I remember you dear Beatrice Marcella.

“We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time. We were near heaven and we almost knew love.” I remember you… “I wrote to my… Continue reading →

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A wild bird.

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading →

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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