Category Archive: John Castellenas

‘You are my everything’

Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Celestial beauty   (“He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion)   You are my folly and my blessings. You are my… Continue reading

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‘The night is young’

The night is young and the night is long, my love   I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning. You are my… Continue reading

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‘Wanderlust’,

Wanderlust   Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me swim… Continue reading

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‘Carved memories’

Carved memories I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading

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Savior, liar and sinner’

Savior, liar and sinner   Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered. I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading

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‘The earth, the sky and the water.’

The earth, the sky and the water   I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face… Continue reading

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‘One people/One earth’

One people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible War would end… Continue reading

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‘Bad love’

Bad love   I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a… Continue reading

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‘Tango lullaby’

Tango lullaby   Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She… Continue reading

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‘Water and fire’

Water and fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong… Continue reading

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