Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Change…

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                    Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading →

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Pathfinder…

Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face.                              Pathfinder… There are many ways… Continue reading →

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The tarot cards…

The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading →

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A cradle hymn….

A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just thoughts upon a paper                                A cradle hymn… Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading →

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Brother peace, sister love…

(A prayer for peace)   Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris.  Men who died for freedom. The last war. I wonder would they understand the blunders… Continue reading →

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Unknown soldier…

Unknown soldiers.,.. (April poetry number nineteen.) He wrote to his journal in a Soldier graveyard in France outside of Paris in 1979. The dead don’t suffer no-more. He is surrounded by 40,000 crosses… Continue reading →

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A California free man, once…

A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. (April poetry number eighteen.) Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove… Continue reading →

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Lovers in Paris…

 Lovers in Paris… She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading →

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A wing and a prayer…

  A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading →

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You can’t run from yourself…

You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading →

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