Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Sweet pleasures and rare delights..

Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in… Continue reading

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Tender loving care..

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.”                                      Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading

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Can’t go back..

Can’t go back.. Last time I saw you. You were covering your face and hiding tears. I knew when I exit the door. I couldn’t return. I had everything once and wanted more.… Continue reading

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two.. In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs.… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine..

Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair..

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.”                        She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading

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Permalink

(A old poem written years ago. Seem we got more twisted and confused led my crazy leaders. Time for less government and for the USA to fix it own problems.) The Gospel told… Continue reading

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Johnnie afternoon quotes.

( Johnnie and his grandchildren. 2013. Quotes from the John Coyote’s mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I hope you enjoy.”                            Just some quotes.. “There is no love and there is… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.”                    Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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Broken man prayer..

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.”              … Continue reading

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