Keep you.
Keep you. I remember the day you saved me.Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me andyou caressed my face with your soft hands, and you told me.Been too long dear Johnnie and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Wanderlust. And a lovely Miriam Baghdassarian song.
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams.
Wildflower dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories are held forever. Wildflower dreams. I sit among the wildflowers.Growing where they desire and free.The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to… Continue reading
I want to know you.
I want to know you. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Hello again.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
You are my Springtime.
You are my Springtime. (Johnnie need a warm day. So, I will write a Spring poem.) Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun,… Continue reading
Passing through.
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
I will remember you.
I will remember you. 1- We touched like lovers once. We needed to hold hands like lovers do. Softly I held your hands and our fingers dance into a perfect waltz. Interlacing, moving… Continue reading
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
We shall live and we will know tears and laughter.
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter. Hello January, the cold Winter is here in Michigan.I am far-away from where I belong.Once, Winter was the days of writing and new dreams.… Continue reading