The days of love.
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I… Continue reading
The season of Fall, the falling leaves.
The season of Fall, the falling leaves… Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave… Continue reading
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
You, the sea and the journey.
You, the sea and the journey… I love the sea and the long path. I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is jealous of your beautiful face. My… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
A love letter.
A love letter.. Dear Julie.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn. Life should be seeking happiness.
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover andI will be your salvation and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
An empty book.
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book… An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading