Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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Monterey Fishing Wharf..

Monterey Fishing Wharf.. ( I need a year in Monterey to write my novel.) The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach.… Continue reading →

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You are my ocean and some Monterey photos.

You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free.I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt thesafety of her power and strength.Today… Continue reading →

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Maybe, maybe not..

Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we stealing or borrowing? Is… Continue reading →

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Amie do, Amy does..

Amie do, Amie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me. If you want me.You must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart… Continue reading →

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I dreamed the world was silence. Some war poetry.

I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading →

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Free bird..

Free bird.. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading →

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I was condemned after I saw your face..

I was condemned after I saw your face.. I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom.She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading →

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I need a wild heart..

I need a wild heart Love made me live Kind woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants,the movement of love is like… Continue reading →

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Write, write and write some more..

Write, write and write some more.. What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading →

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Texas two-step..

Texas two-step…. Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your  hair and the essence of perfume.Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading →

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