Tag Archive: Travel

A Monterey Summer day..

A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading

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Never been to Spain…

Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading

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Dearest Nicole..

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole.. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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Almost love in California..

( Me and Jenny in 1992. In Monterey. ) Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be.… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere..

 The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading

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Please come to me…

Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading

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Dying, lying and you…

Dying, lying and you… Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading

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The Lake Huron song..

The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.

She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Awakening my sleeping muse.   She danced  barefoot by the Clinton River..) A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading

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The Iron Mountain song..

The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time,… Continue reading

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