Happy New Year. My New Year wish.
My New Year wish. I wish for a perfect silence. Where all we can hear is the laughter of children playing and singing at the lake or a park. I wish for the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Tell me, how you lived.
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, yet each… Continue reading
Happy New year my friends. Catch me when I fall.
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans.
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
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
Dead flowers. Written and verbal poetry.
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels. Remembering dear Joey.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
I wanted a true love once.
I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in the lullabies of the… Continue reading
Love drove me to madness.
I remember the summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea, and you loved the wine country of… Continue reading