Category Archive: John Castellenas

I called your name

I called your name   I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer.   I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading

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Lilac wine.

  Lilac wine   Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love,… Continue reading

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“Perhaps, perhaps my love”

Perhaps, perhaps my love   The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.   Words are shared… Continue reading

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Idyllic places and time

(Idyllic places and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Idyllic places and time   The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and… Continue reading

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“If I could, I would”

If I could, I would.   First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey,… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers

Roses and lovers   “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak-… Continue reading

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“The first time I saw your face”

The first time I saw your face     I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I… Continue reading

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“Misty eyes”

  Misty eyes   You bathe me with your hazel eyes and we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I told you, let’s slow down this day, great… 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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The lady of the lake

Lady of the lake I loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, I loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading

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