Tag Archive: Writing

Hold my hands..

Hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he… Continue reading

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I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind..

I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading

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Did I ever love you?

Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading

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The rays of the sun..

The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading

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I need a Spring time kiss..

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Remembering, maybe?  I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no?

Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading

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Be kind to each other.. And a beautiful Birdy song.

Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading

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Dust in the wind and a beautiful Caroline Jones song.

Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet..

 Blinded. But not dead yet…         (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading

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Wasted words and lonely nights..

Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart.  Wasted words and lonely nights.. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading

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