Dreams, yesterday and love..
Four little poems.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. ![]()
Dreams..
I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,
when you did not love me anymore.
I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and want.
Written in April 1989
Yesterday..
I don’t know anything anymore.
Yesterday I knew who I was and where I needed to go.
My boldness begone and the songs of old lovers sweet voices.
Left me with emptiness and standing alone.
Written in April 1989
Love..
I don’t want to love you for a moment.
I want to embrace and cherish you everyday of my life.
I want to prosper in the dance of love and sweet kiss till our last days.
March1989
Nothing compared to you..
I was humble by your beauty. Your eloquence voice made me stop and listen.
I asked you. Where have you been kind friend, kind lover?
I was lost without you.
You embrace me and whisper. I was never gone.
You never left my thoughts and my love never faltered.
You were my first and last thoughts of each day we were apart.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Lé epic – I was humble by your beauty. Your eloquence voice made me stop and listen.
You embrace me and whisper. I was never gone.
I was HUMBLED by your beauty (whatever that means). Your ELOQUENT voice? Or language? 50 years of experience, huh?
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You are an eloquence poet
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Thank you Baba Jenga.
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I got old. Been writing since 1971. School newspaper. I appreciate the comment.
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So what does getting old have to do with writing? It is a skill that appreciates over time. So, you’re telling me that for 50 years and I’m reading some of your work from way back that you have not improved? Not even spelling?
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