Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Hotel California

Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading

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He remembered love

“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her… Continue reading

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A voyage

A voyage A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A voyage   One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane.   He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature.… Continue reading

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The coming storm’

The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach

Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading

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Memories

My Love I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving my… Continue reading

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‘The crazy one’s

  The crazy one’s Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading

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I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading

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