Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee.
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee. I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey. I knew I wanted her on a summer day. She played her… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Monterey
Dear Monterey.
Dear Monterey. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
Resembled love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
A woman, like you.
A woman, like you. Me and my sweet love sat on a bench at the Monterey pier on a warm Winter Day in 1992.I held her tightly and I whispered softly into her… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela. Her beauty had lessened with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… 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
Please dear Jennifer. Come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
From Monterey coastline to Big Sur.
The Monterey coastline to Big Sur. From Monterey to Big Sur. The free sea is for us to see. A place to learn to dream and swim in the beauty of the Pacific… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading