The good path and a wonderful song by Joey and Rory.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We learn with age. What we truly need.” The good path. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong decisions. I have… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
The healer, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers. (The sunflowers plants heal the soil and the bees adore.) My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the… Continue reading
Please come home with me.
Please come home with me. Was Tuesday and I leading the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poet’s words.… Continue reading
The Texas Jazz, I do need. Dear Jenny.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
The ballad of the angry woman. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading
A good day to be alive.
Friendship? A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Each day is a opportunity to do something good.” A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading
Dear December, dear Jenny.
Dear December. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was my Gypsy girl, my Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea.… Continue reading
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