Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The fortunate one’s…

The fortunate one’s A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A Summer poem.  The fortunate one’s Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss  your face and the lake is near. The long Summer… Continue reading

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The Scottish kisses…

The Scottish kisses… It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German… Continue reading

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We were almost lovers..

On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading

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Words, never spoken…

Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2023 and 2024, I lost many to cancer, to suicide and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to… Continue reading

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I adored you…

I adored you.. I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and beautiful face. I stood near you, and we held hands, and we shared drinks. We traveled California highway… Continue reading

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She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never loved me..

She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading

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Hell-bend highway…

Hell-bend highwayA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Some folks cannot be saved. “ My Brother is free…                       Always torn and never content.                       Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him.                       Whiskey and beer… Continue reading

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Delia…

Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby…

Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading

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The coyote song. Lest we forget…

Lest we forget.. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading

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