“The war, the blood and the gun”
The war, the blood and the gun A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
“I want to love you like”
I want to love you like I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
My earth, our earth
My earth, our earth.-A prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank… Continue reading
“Ravishing beauty dancing alone”
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
“Water and fire”
Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong and… Continue reading
“The parable of Celia”
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading
“My small book of thoughts”
My small book of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small book of thoughts What will I leave behind? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with… Continue reading
“Arousing illusion”
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The… Continue reading
“The raging water”
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
“The season of love”
The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading