Category Archive: John Castellenas

_Grandmother hope and wishes

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading

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-The Poet

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                         The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading

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Finally a new story. Love demand payment

Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dance, sing and laugh. But remember. Treat love like the rice paper of life. Can be easily damaged and cannot be repaired. Love demand payment.… Continue reading

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_On the thread of a word

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                                 On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter… Continue reading

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Need a story. The Raven and the Coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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Just words

Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading

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The cost of peace. A very costly payment. July 4rd. is coming. Time to appreciate freedom.

You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon. (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. … 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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Like a whisper

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading

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-Quiet echoes and secluded places

Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading

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