The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Monterey California
A Bukowski poem and a poem. The loveliest woman in Monterey.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Monterey, California and Big Sur. Old wonderful city and land blessed by the gods. Photos.
Just a path, a path leading you to the Pacific Ocean. The beautiful sea, A place, you can put your feet into. Feel the chill of the sea. Dear Monterey, I do miss… Continue reading
If it be your will.
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You don’t find love. Love finds you.” If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.
A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
Afraid of love..
Afraid of love.. I sat on the sand on the Monterey beach slowly drinking my Black Velvet whiskey alone. Pretty Autumn Marie sat with me and I held her hands. I saw the… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey and beautiful Elle King songs.
The Loveliest girl in Monterey.. The loveliest gal in Monterey… she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway..
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we watched… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.. 1993.
A Monterey Summer day.. 1993.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading