Tag Archive: California

“The hills and the Apache”

            The hills and the Apache   I had two bottles of strong tequila, a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California… Continue reading

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Hotel California- Santa Cruz

Hotel California-  Santa Cruz   I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had… Continue reading

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My California

My California   Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea, the murmur of the sea, whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest… 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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‘The gray whale’

          The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at an empty walls. He is sitting… Continue reading

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So long my kind friend

So long my kind friend   We never kissed and told. I loved you for a thousand days and I never told you once, my beautiful Gail. You were epic journey and I… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

  Did I ever love you?   Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.  … Continue reading

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The moon and the stars

  The moon and the stars   Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading

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‘See you again’

See you again   I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again, life seem to have crumble into a millions pieces and I don’t care to repair. Lonely road and… Continue reading

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‘Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.   Barefoot dreams   I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading

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