An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The hanging tree. And a wonderful Rachel Zegler song.
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
The dog days of Winter.
Dog days of Winter isn’t so bad. Wife wanted a puppy. I told her we would discuss it. She told me. A small dog. Was a small dog. Now almost eighty pounds and… Continue reading
Pretty face, doesn’t mean pretty heart.
Pretty face doesn’t mean pretty heart. He told the sea; he told the Black Velvet he held tightly in his hands. Everything that is pretty, sometimes isn’t truly pretty. Can be just be… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice. We learn too late. We can’t have everything we wanted. The chronicle of life can be un-fair. And we learn, somethings cannot be forgiven. Just accepted. Once… Continue reading
Last bus going to the sea.
Last bus going toward the sea. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
Barefoot girl.
Barefoot girl. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Nothing as beautiful as a woman who is barefoot, dancing with the sea and happy. Barefoot girl. Prettiest girl in Iron Mountain told me. Let’s find the… Continue reading
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
The word man.
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading