Photos of Big Sur and some words.

  Big Sur Perfect landscape painted by God’s hands. Ocean, sand and the green earth making perfect painting. Lucky eyes can appreciate the blessing of the kind gods. Coyote Advertisements

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Monterey and some words.

  Looking for Hemingway I am in Monterey. Hemingway chair and face is gone. But I feel his present. He told be to order a double of Irish whiskey, find a sassy girl.… Continue reading

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A woman, like you.

A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time. A woman. like you.   Me and my sweet… Continue reading

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Monterey, finally. Photos.

    {Johnnie and daughter} Monterey The sea is the same. The city had change. Maybe I have changed. The ocean is still beautiful and wonderful. Johnnie got old. Coyote      

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Photos of the California desert and a poem. Near Palm Springs.

The desert song   Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open… Continue reading

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The Grateful Dead: The Three Pennies, John Barleycorn and the Fate of the Rye

Originally posted on Under the influence!:
Image by Joseph-Louis-Hippolyte Bellangé – [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Stories of The Grateful Dead which tell of the gratitude of a dead  person…

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The sea and the chess game’

The sea and the chess game A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry from 1993 with a re-write The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same’

Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your… Continue reading

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Verbal poetry and the Pacific Ocean photos

     

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Two poems by Sheila Jacob

Originally posted on Bonnie's Crew:
Why I’m not a G.I.’s daughter She didn’t mention his name or where they met, if he wooed her with candy, nylons, Saturday nights at the movies.…

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