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
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One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewrote some older poetry. A wish upon a starA Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon a star… Every night before I… Continue reading
Summer morning day poetry.
Summer morning day poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive this day Summer morning day poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss?… Continue reading
The empty jars.
The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
In Monterey.
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. I had two bottles of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons and some salt.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading
The Coyote dancing. The Coyote song.
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song. Beautiful… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us?
Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in heart. Awoke with one sweet kiss. (Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.) Where will this road lead us? Love… Continue reading