Category Archive: Big Sur

San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur

San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading

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Big Sur meditation

Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the  struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading

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The darkest days

The darkest days Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Padget are… Continue reading

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‘Big Sur a-dreaming’

Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————– Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading

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“Everybody hurt”

      Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold… Continue reading

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I serenaded to the sea

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of… Continue reading

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California coastline dreams-Alisa Fineman

Big Sur. The land carved by the hands of God. Naure gifts to the wise person who love the sea, the forest and the sky. The Pacific. The Peaceful sea. She wait for… Continue reading

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“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… Continue reading

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“Strangers, trains and planes”

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading

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Some warm days poetry-Big Sur

Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca. Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading

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