Please come home to me.. And a lovely Joan Baez song.
Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
The poet, the dancer and the artist..
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
Shadows..
Shadows..(A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and eyes… Continue reading
Pfeiffer beach. Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Happy birthday my USA. For Independence day, July 4th.
Happy birthday my USA. I love my USA flag. “The colors of the pales (the vertical stripes) are those used in the flag of the United States of America; White signifies purity and innocence, Red, hardiness & valor, and… Continue reading
When you give with a hopeful heart, you will get back more in return..
What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more back in return… If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though… Continue reading
The word Freedom had many meanings..
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom”. I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms. I stood with… Continue reading
Remember freedom isn’t free.. For July 4th.
Remember freedom isn’t free. July 4th is coming. We need leaders in integrity, honor and selfless service.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good… Continue reading
Almost home..
Almost home.. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
Where are you?
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people, and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading