Category Archive: ocean

Change

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                   Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a… Continue reading

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My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.

My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.   Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading

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Big Surf and Alisa Fineman

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                           Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading

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I lift my eyes

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world. Fear… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                      My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near.

Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I was… Continue reading

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She is still my sweet dream.

                          She is still my sweet dream. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone. Who set… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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