Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Dance with the sea, dance with a lover and dance with your children.

Dance with the sea. Dance with a lover. Dance with your children. A wealthy man knows love and has many friends. Life is many things. In the end we must know love and… Continue reading

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We are just flesh and bones.

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons.

The songs of the seasons. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is sick with… Continue reading

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I saw a face.

I saw a face. I saw a face in the distance, a beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading

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Almost a love story.

Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading

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Love is like a flower garden.

Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading

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Should I stay or should I go.

Should I stay or should I go. Wild world and free road were my lovemy pretty lady never tamed,never honest,never true.I was her last stop and she whispered to me.baby, should I say… Continue reading

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The stranger and the poet song.

The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading

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Nothing remains the same.

Nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Your memory brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I  try to describe you and each time I remember less. Sometimes I dream of… Continue reading

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