Tag Archive: Monterey

“The silent sea”

The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams.                          The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading

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“The sweetest things”

The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and  seen so much beauty.… Continue reading

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Cold blooded lover

Cold blooded lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song create good and bad places. Cold blooded lover She was a Irish beauty. Loved her whiskey and the dance. She had hair of… Continue reading

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You, the sea and the journey

  wasted-childhood Thank you lilyandindSource: Tumblr.              You, the sea and the journey I love the sea and the long path. I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is… Continue reading

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“Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.”

Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart.” Old painter on the beach boardwalk… Old man… Continue reading

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Love is a careless child

Love is a careless child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the… Continue reading

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“Show me the way to love”

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Continue reading

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“Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman.”

Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I… Continue reading

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Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading

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“She was a diamond”

  A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a  Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts to better days.… Continue reading

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