Category Archive: pacific ocean

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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The sea and the chess game.

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People saw a old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading

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California a-dreaming

A California a-dreaming   Once on a full moon night in the Winter of 1992, I found my true love. I saw her dancing and moving for me and she bewitched my heart… Continue reading

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I’m going to California

I am going to California   I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.”   I was young once and… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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No shame in love

No shame in love   (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson)   I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and magnificent you are. I told the stars and the sky you have… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face   I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading

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“Monterey”

Monterey     A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters.                                Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was… Continue reading

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“You are my ocean”

You are my ocean   My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her… Continue reading

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You and I

You and I A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words You and I I remember us. Your eyes of Hazel green and the softness of your voice. You made me stop and worship… Continue reading

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