Like a whisper…
Like a whisper.. (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but a whisper.)T.S Eliot Beautiful Liz whispered. Dear… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
A lullaby for dear Luna…
A lullaby for dear Luna…. Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading
Regards to a memory…
Regards to a old memory.. I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need.Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright . I’m drinking… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
La petite mort..
La petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading
Song of love..
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.” Song of love… Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf..
The sheep and the wolf.. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
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. In August 1953, following… Continue reading
Missing pieces…
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” … Continue reading
The Stray Cat Inn..
The Stray Cat Inn.. The night was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A sign directed him north. He found the last road on… Continue reading