Tag Archive: John Castellenas

A new story begin. Monterey

Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters.                                Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was okay. I… Continue reading

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A old one. Blues eyes

Blue eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. A wise man always speak with love and kindness to the woman he loved. Blue eyes A blue eyed angel is crying… Continue reading

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–Sweet surrender

Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors.                               Sweet surrender… Continue reading

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Two short poems.

Drunk in love I found her alone sitting in the Monterey coffee shop. Eyes of ocean blue and filled with sadness and regret. She was my friend and we attempted love often. I… Continue reading

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Stay or flee?

Stay or flee? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Stay or flee? She watched the midnight moon and she wondered. Should she stay or flee? Her wild eyes filled with soft tears… Continue reading

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For my friend SSG Donald Neal Davis. Lost to war on 24 August 2004. Freedom is very costly.

Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I learn today like every August.) I lost a good friend. My friend. You taught me. Friends stand together in good and bad days. You taught me… Continue reading

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—-Dreaming of Scotland

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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–Cry a tear——One of my first published poems.

Cry a tear A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979.                               Cry a tear My heart still can bleed with pain and loss still.… Continue reading

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A positive poem for my birthday. –True love gives all

True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. Dear Grandparent taught me how to live. Today is my birthday. I’m… Continue reading

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My birthday poem– I’m tire, so damn tire

The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.  https://youtu.be/ZodBYQ4pJ0M                                  The road called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading

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