Tag Archive: John Castellenas

‘You saved me’

You saved me   You have saved me   I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos. Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world.   Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw… 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.… Continue reading

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‘Dead-end’

Dead ends   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.   Dead-ends Brothers told… Continue reading

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My Grandfather rose bushes

  Grandfather’s rose bushes   My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses.… Continue reading

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‘The twisted dance of love’

The twisted dance of love.   Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.     The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988)   I lay beside you in… Continue reading

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Break me, make me believe’

Break me, make me believe   I want to be here. This is the place I need to be, Pretty lady. Break me, make me believe in you. Make me believe in the… Continue reading

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‘Forget me not’

Forget me not   —- She told me, flattery will get you everywhere, please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies, dear… Continue reading

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‘My grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1982.   Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading

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“Folly”

Folly   Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. we can ascend and we can fall,   Echoes… Continue reading

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Hey brother, hey sister.

Hey brother, hey sister   I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and… Continue reading

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