The poet, the dancer and the artist..
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The prettiest gal in my town..
The prettiest gal in my town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in my town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather… Continue reading
Shadows..
Shadows..(A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and eyes… Continue reading
Pfeiffer beach. Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
The word Freedom had many meanings..
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom”. I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms. I stood with… Continue reading
Remember freedom isn’t free.. For July 4th.
Remember freedom isn’t free. July 4th is coming. We need leaders in integrity, honor and selfless service.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good… Continue reading
Almost home..
Almost home.. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
The silence and the sea..
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea.. Blessed is… Continue reading
The daylight fading..
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
Where are you?
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people, and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading