The sea, the wishes.
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poems
Too late for forgiveness. Be kind, listen and think.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.” Too late for forgiveness.. Second brother… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you left. And a lovely Jennifer Nettles song.
You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz Rozewics) I’m watching the waves dance on the Monterey Bay in my… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?” … Continue reading
We were young once.
We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
My secret love. And a beautiful Doris Day song.
Secret loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love. You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts.… Continue reading
The world is crying. Old words, same meaning.
The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old. (Please do not forget Renee and Alex. Please remember the cities under… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Just enough.
Just enough ( An adult poem.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Live fast, test life and hope for a good landing.” Just enough. Long distance calls begging me tostop by and spend time with… Continue reading
The poet.
“Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet. Many moons ago in the city of Monterey, CaI create many friends… Continue reading