Tag Archive: Monterey California

My dear Beatrice

My dear Beatrice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written on 16 December 1992. Rewritten today.                        My dear Beatrice She told me. “Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free.… Continue reading

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He remembered love

He remembered love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words He remembered love “Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking… Continue reading

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The sea is near

The sea is near   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                   The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”-… Continue reading

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See you again

See you again A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words See you again I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again. Life seem to have crumble into a millions pieces… Continue reading

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–She danced by the light of the candles

She danced by the light of the candles. I sat  by the bay. I watched the sun fall into the sea. I was a street poet of the night. I wore Army greens… Continue reading

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Monterey –part two–Love glances and stolen kisses

Monterey-part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story being born                                     Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey.… Continue reading

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_I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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_The Poet (the wordman)

The Poet  (the wordman) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                           The Poet Many… Continue reading

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_Blinded. But not dead yet.

Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading

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Friendship. True gold in a life. Coffee shop conversation-

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop… Continue reading

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