Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The Purgatory Inn- part two

The Purgatory Inn- Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I needed a night at the Purgatory Inn.                                        The Purgatory Inn…                       part two On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind the bar.… Continue reading

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Midnight…

My Savior..Sweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading

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Existence of love…

Existence of love… Ice cream with a cherry anda safe warm house.A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for war.“Too… Continue reading

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Forgiveness…

The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I needhelp? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin.      I told him somethings in life can’t be forgiven. He smiled… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone…

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory…

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words… Continue reading

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Are we beggars for love?

  Are we beggars for love? We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading

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The sweetest gal…

 The sweetest gal… I brought the most beautiful girl to the Irish tavern, and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to… Continue reading

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My Bonnie gal…

 My Bonnie gal… I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing. I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel green, pale… Continue reading

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The lake song…

The Lake song… I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading

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