Tag Archive: John Castellenas

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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Once upon a time’

Once upon a time   I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost, I wondered did you remember… Continue reading

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The Rising sun’

The rising sun   I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading

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You are gone and I’m here’.

(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) –You are gone and I am here. You are gone and I’m here War, violence… Continue reading

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Song and some words. Down, baby down

Down, baby, down   She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves… Continue reading

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‘Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.   Barefoot dreams   I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading

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