Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Never love a poet..

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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Things lost, things found..

Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams.I remember forgotten face,I remember forgotten places andI remember the last conversations with great people, I have known.Things lost, things found.Just building blocks… Continue reading

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The madness, we knew..

The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading

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3 am poetry..

3 am poetry.. 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I laughed at her words and I told her. Never adore a… Continue reading

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We were young once..

We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading

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Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.

Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.. I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady in… Continue reading

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I am dancing with the Devil. And a beautiful Audie Case song..

I am dancing with the Devil.. Once I played Russian Roulette with my life and I was stationed in Texas in 1994.I roamed Highway 35 for one year now and I adored the… Continue reading

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A jazzy Tuesday.. Old love.

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading

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Hello again. For dear Peggy..

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

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The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song..

The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses.I told her. Dear Veronica,… Continue reading

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