Tag Archive: California

Let it be…

Let it be…                Old man sitting alone…                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea.                He write… Continue reading →

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California dreaming…

California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… Continue reading →

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A wish upon a star…

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A  wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel… Continue reading →

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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 →

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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… Continue reading →

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She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm…

She was a Spring day and I was a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading →

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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… 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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Love you more…

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Bang, bang. Part two.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading →

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