Tag Archive: Pacific Ocean

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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Into the west.. Dreaming of the Pacific.

Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading

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I want to be the one, you need.. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.

I want to be the one, you need. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading

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A California free man once…

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The coastline.

 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 a December morning.I stop my truck… Continue reading

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Anywhere.

Anywhere.. We had some wine, a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were California dreaming.  You told me I want the sea. I embraced you and I told you.… Continue reading

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The Pacific ocean.

 Poetry for the Pacific 1—–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 hear… Continue reading

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Don’t look at me with disappointment…

Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading

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Blue is love…

Blue is love.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading

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Into the west…

Into the west. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  July poetry number three…  Into the west… 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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