Tag Archive: John Castellenas

“Listen to the wind”

Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading

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Tell me, how you lived?

Tell me, how you lived?   Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading

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The rain

The rain   I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading

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“Sugar and spice”

Sugar and spice   You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You… Continue reading

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“Humble and kind”

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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A moment, of forever

A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.   We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds,… 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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Ambrosia of the kiss and the touch

(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch   We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading

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Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading

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I’m going to California

I am going to California   I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.”   I was young once and… Continue reading

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