Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Two brothers

Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already.   Two brothers… Continue reading

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–Tattoos

tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.                               Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos?… Continue reading

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–Beautiful faces and passionate kisses

Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of an life.                     Beautiful faces and passionate kisses When… Continue reading

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__Secret love and hidden memory

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading

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Russian roulette

Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.                                   Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances… Continue reading

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–The raging water

The raging water A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is keeping the joy and energy alive in all things we do. Love is a garden. Need attention and care daily or shall die.… Continue reading

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–The sea

The sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time.                               The sea I told her. Become like the sea. Move with… Continue reading

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Everybody hurts

Everybody hurts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we… Continue reading

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–Ojibwa Grandmother chant.

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading

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-A woman palms

A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading

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