Tag Archive: Pacific Ocean

A California free man once..

A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading

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The Pacific Ocean..

The Pacific.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading

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Poetry for the Pacific Ocean..

Poetry for the Pacific Ocean.. I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific Ocean.. The choir of the moving water,  the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can… Continue reading

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The coastline…

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean.  The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on… Continue reading

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The Pacific ocean..

The Pacific ocean.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading

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The waltz..

The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song.  I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading

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Into the West..

Into the west… ( I need a year in Monterey near the sea. ) Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come… Continue reading

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Into the west..

Into the west… ( Johnnie need a warm day.) Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am… Continue reading

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I remember you..

 I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot Summer  days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of… Continue reading

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My dear Beatrice Marcella..

My dear Beatrice Marcella.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and  the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading

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