“Needing and bleeding”
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms. You… Continue reading
Category Archive: John Castellenas
“Blame not the kiss”
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading
“Existence of love”
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
“Can you see me?”
Can you see me? A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need to feel needed and wanted. Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m… Continue reading
My goddess
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo. coyotepoetrebloggeddayzea(Thank you dayzea and Tumblr.) dayzea: Bringing this back because it was taken two early springs… Continue reading
“A dance with death”
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading
“California poetry”
California poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I… Continue reading
Lay lady lay
Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Lay Lady lay I remember you. Your eyes of hazel green and the softness of your voice made me stop and… Continue reading
“The lost and found”
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
A story-Dark interludes
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants. Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years send me a letter with… Continue reading