Category Archive: John Castellenas

“Last chance saloon”

 Last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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The lady of the lake

Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading

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November thoughts

   November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love.     I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet… Continue reading

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“Silence”

Silence We fall together into the midnight hours and we allowed the silence of the long night to hold deep embrace. Old lovers like us, don’t need words. We need tender caress and… Continue reading

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“The rising sun”

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading

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The utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading

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No mercy

No mercy dear Elizabeth   She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading

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We will sing and dance till the end

We will sing and dance till the end The rain is pouring down and the dusk of the day had passed and gone. I tossed the empty tequila bottle inside a open trashcan.… Continue reading

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“Regards to a old memory”

Regards to a old memory     I know love is never a fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same wants.  … Continue reading

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