Category Archive: John Castellenas

The ancient warrior”

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading

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Peace isn’t free. It cost greatly.

A witness to life   Hold freedom tightly.  Many had fought and died for me and you to have choices. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                          A witness to life I… Continue reading

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“Break me and make me feel alive.”

Break me and make me feel alive   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                       Break me… Continue reading

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“The color of love”

The color of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in… Continue reading

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“If I wa the king of the forest”

IF I was the king of the forest.             A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest.… Continue reading

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Midnight confessions

Midnight confessions A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Midnight confessions. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You… Continue reading

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“The dance of the Gypsies”

The dance of the Gypsies.     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                               The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in… Continue reading

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One world and one people

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.   Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I have… Continue reading

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“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… Continue reading

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die. A wild bird. I saw the fear in her… Continue reading

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