“Divine nature”
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Pacific Ocean
The lucky or the crazy?
The lucky or the crazy? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy We danced… Continue reading
My favorite poem “The coastline”
The Coastline I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty. Her power. I walk quickly… Continue reading
No words Wednesday. I almost made Big Sur.
Had plans to visit the California coastline. Things went wrong. It is okay. Now dear family is my Monterey. Big Sur and Monterey coastline It is God’s country. Still had a feel… Continue reading
“Divine Nature”
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
Coffee, you and me
Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.” … Continue reading
Would nice we would take back regret. “If I knew”
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew. I would of loved… Continue reading
Live is easy when we learn. We are just “Flesh and bones”
Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with… Continue reading
Best days are the easy days. “Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near”
Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, an old truck and a pretty woman near. I was passing… Continue reading