Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we watched… Continue reading
The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.I loved the Winter storms,me… Continue reading
What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on to? Family? Family? Grandparent, family? Love? Love? Friendship? War.. I believe. I will remember everything and wish for… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur.. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written… Continue reading
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the… Continue reading
Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading
