(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
We need more barefoot days. (April is poetry month. New poetry number ten.) I feel in love with the Pacific Ocean in 1992. I was very lucky. The Army send me to Fort… Continue reading
The sea dancer. (First poem in three months. I need to awake my muse.) Once upon a time, was a late September day by the Monterey Bay. You and me, we danced, we… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes life teaches us hard lessons. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading
Fool’s gold The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading
