Category Archive: Monterey

Beautiful girl

Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars, her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the… Continue reading

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“Passing through”

Passing through   A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer, we can never win. Jack London once wrote, “The gods always win. Men believe they… Continue reading

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“I want to see you again”

I want to see you again   The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of the fearless lovers. I wandered the beaches of Monterey.   I looked at the faces of the… 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 good… Continue reading

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Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies

 Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading

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One more time my love

One more time my love In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)     I fell from the top of the mountain and   I stood with so… Continue reading

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The coffee shop conversation

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading

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Dead flowers

   Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading

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“Strangers, trains and planes”

  Strangers, trains and planes     She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon. I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday. She held… Continue reading

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