Tag Archive: California

The silent sea…

The silent sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean, memories and old dreams.” We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weaved us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can besiege our heart. Heaven and… Continue reading

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I want to see you again…

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again…. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless… Continue reading

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The unknown story…

  The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading

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Dear Coco- where have you gone? A letter.

A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone….

( Johnnie in Monterey 1992.)  Bad to the bones… (Written in 1989 rewritten.) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see… Continue reading

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Outstanding video with great meaning. Some words. The poet and the naked lady…

 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 my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading

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The waltz…

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz…. (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading

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Love is like a hammer…

Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading

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Secret love…

 Secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading

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We become, who we supposed to be….

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one.                      We become, who we supposed to be. I befriended a 30-30… Continue reading

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