Category Archive: John Castellenas

Promises and wishes’

Promises and wishes “I loved you since the first day I met you. You became my dream the day you walked into my business and life. Auburn hair and long legs. Sweet smile… Continue reading

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The parables of the flowers and the lovelorn man’

  The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted… Continue reading

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‘Let’s drink and pray for more’

  Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin and her wild eyes searched… Continue reading

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‘The pureness of my reflection.’

  The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced… Continue reading

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‘Write, write and write some more’

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the Angels’

The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading

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A wild heart

  I need a wild heart   —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love will come when love wants.… Continue reading

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Poetry for Nature

  Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings. Finding secret… Continue reading

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‘The sea and the chess game’

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading

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Just maybe?

  Just maybe Just maybe. After you and I go to the utopia of the warm kiss. After we swim in the heat of the paradise of the flesh and the bones. After… Continue reading

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