Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Love be right

(I wrote October 1990, I hope you like.)    Love be right Please hold my hand, please give me warm and gentle kisses with the midnight night moon above us. Let’s walk together… Continue reading

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God’s going to cut you down…

God’s going to cut you down…     I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us  dead in the  heart and the mind. When you… Continue reading

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Words for you my love…

 Words for you my love —————————-                            The Illusion Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork. They are poetry… Continue reading

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Lovers or liars??

Lover or liars?   Would you? Could you my love? I know we are just dancers upon the earth, loaning and borrowing kisses and the love embrace.   Are we, a tragic love… Continue reading

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The sun, the moon and the stars…

The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading

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I saw a face…

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Some Friday song. Stay safe my friends.

The days of May are here, the warmer days are here. Time to go to our yard, find the sun. Time to dance with our children, make a homemade pizza. The hard days… Continue reading

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One world and one people. Songs for us.

  One earth and one people     I don’t like charts, I don’t like acceptable death counts. Each person upon my earth. A part of our world. A grandparent, a child. We… Continue reading

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Concrete angel…

Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading

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The serene stillness

The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading

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