Tag Archive: John Castellenas

One. Hopeful and beautiful song for peace by lovely Lucy Gallant.

ONE A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must stop our hateful leaders. We must become “ONE” in ensuring no child or person is hungry or homeless. We must stop the violence. Allow people to… Continue reading

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Time waits for no-one.

Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading

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For my father, Jack. The strong and the blessed.

For my father, Jack. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Our teachers teach us and one day. We must become the teachers.  The strong and the blessed. Today I am a old man. I lived… Continue reading

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The shadows. Veteran day poetry.

Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.)  My sister told me. You  have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading

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One tin soldier.

One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading

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My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.

My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading

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Adrift in memories.

1- The night rain. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading

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My father’s burden. Veteran day poetry.

(My father in 1996.) Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.  Father’s burden           (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.                         … Continue reading

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What is real? What is not? Seek knowledge and learn what is true.

Poetry, my dear friends,                   is a sacred incarnation of a smile.                   Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears.                   Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul,                   who nourishment is the heart,                  … Continue reading

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