Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Spin the bottle…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The game of youth gets used without our permission with old age.                     Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you… Continue reading

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When comes a stranger….

When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Death comes when she desired.                               Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading

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Dear Julie…

Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A letter in a sense.                        Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading

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Beautiful journey…

Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A wise person ensure they take the good road.                      Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake… Continue reading

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The human touch…

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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If I knew….

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.    If I knew…  If I knew. I would of … Continue reading

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Gyspy soul… And a beautiful Ayla song…

 Gypsy soul…   Once,  I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once,  I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading

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We must be like the river…

We must be, like a river….. (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading

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Be kind to each other….

Be kind to each other—— Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading

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I need a Spring time kiss…

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Remembering, maybe?  I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading

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