Category Archive: pacific ocean

With open eyes.

With open eyes… I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading

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I am jealous of the sea…

coyotepoet I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am… Continue reading

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Jennifer…

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust tattoos words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written.  Jennifer…. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading

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The dance….

The dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryMany kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done and… Continue reading

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The Pacific

Poetry for the Pacific 1—–I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean.. The choir of the moving water, the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can hear… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

 Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading

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The coastline…

The coastline     I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty, her power.   I walk quickly to… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady

 (Watch the videos. Amazing.) The poet and the naked lady I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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A self-portrait

 A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading

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