Category Archive: John Castellenas

Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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The fire, the flame and you

Fire, the flames and you   You are my river of joy, my muse in  the mist of confusion.   I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading

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I want to love a bonnie girl- Verbal poetry

   I want to love a bonnie girl I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German… Continue reading

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I will sing the blues for you(Verbal too)

   I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m… Continue reading

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The gales of Winter

  The gales of Winter Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near.  I believe, all of us, are like the… Continue reading

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“Thank you for the dance”

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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Daughter wedding

Daughter’s wedding in July One of my best days. Walking dear Daughter down a aisle, where two people become one in life. Love is life, life is love. Dancing Coyote

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The lull of your lullaby

The lull of your lullaby     I thirst for darkness, not light, I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade, I want the divine kiss and the… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere

The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading

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