The sea.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: the sea
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 to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
I want to see you again..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry ( Good days become sweet dreams with time.) I want to see you again.. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches… Continue reading
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee?
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-two. ) I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey.… Continue reading
The sea.. And a beautiful Gabriella song.
The sea. (New poem sixteen for April. The poetry month.) The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles… Continue reading
Afraid of love..
Afraid of love.. I sat on the sand on the Monterey beach slowly drinking my Black Velvet whiskey alone. Pretty Autumn Marie sat with me and I held her hands. I saw the… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea..
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
The sea is near. And a amazing Nick Cave song..
The sea is near.. 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off my pant and my shirt. I ran into… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway..
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
Please one more dance near the sea..
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading