Tag Archive: John Castellenas

“Divine nature”

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading

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Beautiful and perfection

Beauty and perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Artwork and words. Please enjoy. nostoreSource:CThank you Tumblr.)         Beauty and perfection I have learn what true beauty is. It isn’t a fancy car and… Continue reading

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The dance

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr)                             The dance… We were once strangers once.  Each of us  living in self made chaos.… Continue reading

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“The sweetest things”

The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and  seen so much beauty.… Continue reading

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A Michigan poem “Tender loving care”

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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Written in 1987, same world and problems. “Am I dead or alive?”

Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem found. Written 1987.                              Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion. Describe love. Describe pain. For every beautiful moment. Must… Continue reading

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I need a Summer poem. “The Gypsy dance”

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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Anywhere

bellas-storm: (via TumbleOn) Anywhere We had some wine and  a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were California dreaming.  You told me I want the sea. I embraced you… Continue reading

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Knocking’ on heaven’s door

    Knocking’ on heaven’s door Dear brothers and sisters. What have we done?  War are alive and well. Hate and separation is create a pot of dead man stew where no-one can… Continue reading

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“I used to be”

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading

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