The coyote song.
A California coyote. In the California Mountains. The 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… Continue reading
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I remember you..
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime 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 splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered “Good morning. ” Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The word man.
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a book of… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time..
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur.. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
Dead man arms..
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Who am I now? And a beautiful LeAnn Rimes song.
Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of us… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams and a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Barefoot day.. I need a easy day. I need the Pacific ocean and no place to be. I need a kind voice, good songs and time to write. I need a barefoot day,… Continue reading