Category Archive: California

I needed a Summer poem. “I remember you”

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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One of my favorite poems. “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

                            Two out of three ain’t bad.     I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking… Continue reading

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The Word-man, Wordsmith or storyteller

                                              The word- man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people… Continue reading

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I need a long vacation at Monterey. “In Monterey”

            In Monterey I called you to tell you I was all right.  I don’t remember losing you so much here.   The winter days of Michigan made me sad.  … Continue reading

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Oh Captain, Oh captain. Where are you now? “The gray whale”

 Oh Captain, Oh captain. Where are you Now?   (All of us feel weak and alone. I have been saved often. I tried to save some people. A kind voice and open arms… Continue reading

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Good days become sweet dreams. “I remember you.”

                    I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror… Continue reading

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The road called me.

                The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                    The road called… Continue reading

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Will I find you tonight?

Will I find you tonight? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The first true love is never forgotten. First touch, first kiss leave us wishing for the first dance again.        … Continue reading

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Decisions are many. We need to make the right one. “Waiting by the wayside”

          Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                      Waiting by the wayside I was  waiting… Continue reading

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Freedom is missed. When it is gone. “Coyote spirit”

      Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.   Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker.… Continue reading

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