Tag Archive: John Castellenas

If you go away on a summer day.

If you go away on a Summer day… Dear Julie told me on a warm August day. I am here waiting in Michigan for you. A Michigan gal is waiting for you. You… Continue reading

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You are my poetry, my dearest love.

You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading

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Tattoos.

TattoosA Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading

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Can’t go back.

Can’t go back… I wanted everything and I wanted nothing.You held me so tightly. Made me feel so loved and so needed.I was fleeing love when the flame was alive and growing.I left… Continue reading

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Old love.

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading

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When the war is over.

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered… Continue reading

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Please come to me on a summer day.

Please come to  me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading

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The reaper.

The reaper… I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading

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Dead flowers.

Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading

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A penny for your thoughts.

A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and  thank you… Continue reading

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