Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Bless, be the one. Surrounded by love

Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my father Jack. Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading

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Wild horses. A story.

Wild horses Wild horses- Introduction A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A writer and a painter discussing life and things.                              … Continue reading

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“Idyllic”

Idyllic     We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death, is when we become forgotten. Once brave… Continue reading

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“The rising sun, the falling moon

The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.      The rising sun, the falling moon         Prettiest lady, I… Continue reading

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Dead flowers.

Dead flowers       I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to… Continue reading

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I want to love a bonnie girl.

 I want to love a bonnie girl I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places… Continue reading

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“Roses and lovers”.

Roses and lovers “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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Almost to California

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story.

  Please tell me a story       Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading

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Did we give enough/did we bleed?

Did we give enough/did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted  to the sea. Did I give enough?/did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She tossed off… Continue reading

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