Ain’t blue no-more..
Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not… Continue reading
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Just a Black Velvet lullaby.. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song.
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Things lost, things found..
Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
You were never mine..
You were never my love.. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose..
Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Her beauty has not blinded me…
Her beauty has not blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish. Her… Continue reading
Poetry- three little poems..
Poetry-three little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little poems.” Imagine,taunting,you — Deluded love.Love captured.Love forgotten. —- Heart ruthless,heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams. John Castellenas/Coyote
Some California poetry..
1- Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— 2- California isn’t enough.. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline… Continue reading