The next step is love. Some little poetry.
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
My favorite book.
My favorite book. The poetry book ” One hundred and one FAMOUS Poems.” I carry this book to forty countries and 48 states as a soldier. I shared with over hundred soldiers. Was… Continue reading
Three books, I recommend.
Michele Lee Selton. An amazing writer. She is filled with positive energy and hope. The book ” Jade’s broken bridge.” Digs deep into the human mind and what we would do. To survive.… Continue reading
She was a cruel one.
She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
My great love.
My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. “ My great love.. (Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
The September song and a lovely Katy Claire song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
Dear Jennifer.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. I found the poem in a 30-year-old journal. Had to re-written.: Dear Jennifer. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway.
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. Enjoy.” I didn’t know. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We… Continue reading