Tag Archive: California

I will remember you..

I will 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 will remember you… The summer days… Continue reading

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Dead flowers…

Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading

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Dear Jenny… A love letter.

A love letter… (I love the young dusk 0f the day, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when… Continue reading

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The untold story..

The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day.

A Monterey Summer day.. Written in 1996. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The… Continue reading

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Dear Angela…

Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading

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Dear Angela..

Dear Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.              Dear Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of… 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

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The beauty and the sea…

The beauty and the sea.. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading

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The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.

The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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