Tag Archive: John Castellenas

“Sweet red wine”

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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“We danced, loved and you never departed my heart”

We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write   We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old. I… Continue reading

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“Quiet echoes and seluded places.

Quiet echoes and secluded places   A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading

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“Family pictures”

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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“The good path”

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.                           The good path Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and… Continue reading

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Regards

Regards  Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Regards I know love is never fair my dear lover. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading

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Only for you

(Thank you Yuriy Ku Drop for the amazing artwork. Needed muse for my writing) “Night Rain”, 2016-2017, Yuriy Ku Drop                            … Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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“I didn’t know”

I didn’t know   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy.                          I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today… Continue reading

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