Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The Scottish girl kisses

 The Scottish girl kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading

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Memorial day thoughts

Memorial day thoughts       I left a boy, I came back a season man. I learned the drills of the soldier, befriended many good men and women.       Soldiers… Continue reading

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Memorial day poetry- A witness to life

  A witness to life…       I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick… Continue reading

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Michigan Memorial day

A willow tree       When I am done, bury me under a willow tree. I love the willow trees, they reach for the sun and they hug the earth.   Dancing… Continue reading

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Angels, muses and sirens…

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. (California 1991)   Angels, muses and sirens. Angels, muses and sirens. A… Continue reading

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Love demand payment

She told me. Love demand payment.     Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed… Continue reading

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The kindness of September

  The kindness of September       Our Michigan home is ready for the nocturnal rest and I watched you look at the change of color with my adoring eyes. I encircled… Continue reading

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No chance

      No chance     My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle… Continue reading

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My lover, my lover…

My lover, my lover Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face. We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading

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A voyage and some words.

A voyage One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted… Continue reading

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