Tag Archive: John Castellenas

“Write on me”

Write on me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you… Continue reading

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Six chapters of “Dark days of Texas”

Dark days of Texas A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story had begun.                                       Dark days of Texas Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground so damn hot. Old… Continue reading

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Dark days of Texas-Tammy’s understanding

Dark days of Texas- Tammy’s understanding A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.                       Dark days of Texas-Tammy’s understanding Tammy held silence for one hour and she went to Shirley. She asked… Continue reading

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“Damn the ancient Gods.”

Damn the ancient Gods Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea. She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They… Continue reading

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Dark days of Texas- Killers are made.

Dark days of Texas- Killers are made. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Two-pistol Tammy and Double shot Shirley were at Shirley’s friend homestead. They hated Austin, Texas. Shirley told Old man… Continue reading

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The red dress-ranging water

The raging water — — I saw your laying bare skin alone in our king size bed and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the… Continue reading

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“The dance of the Gypsies”

The dance of the Gypsies. – – A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                               The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in… Continue reading

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“Mend and alter”

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                          Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences for… Continue reading

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“Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading

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You are my everything

— You are everything and everything is you Love remembers everything,  I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and… Continue reading

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