Lake Huron
A summer day at Lake Huron We must remember the good days. The Sandusky Carnival and Lake Huron. Photos are reminders. The good days are near. Just need to remember. The… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
6 Comments
Black boy down
Black boy down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time we surpass the color of skin. It is 2014, brothers and sisters. Black boy down Another kid killed in the USA. Media described… Continue reading
“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 coöperation of all of… Continue reading
New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
“Some days can be perfect”
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning… Continue reading
“Choose the road your love”
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
“So beautiful”
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up… Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving
It is Thanksgiving. I hope you have time to spend with your family. Remember the soldiers and the needy. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old… Continue reading
“Dangerous places and beautiful places
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled… Continue reading
The red dress
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time. The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this… Continue reading