Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The coyote song..

The Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.   The Coyote song..  Beautiful… Continue reading

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The coastline…

The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures…

 Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading

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The crimson light…

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With open eyes…

With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading

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I remember you…

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.    I remember you…               The summer days were long.The… Continue reading

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Ancient floors…

Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading

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Daylight confession to the sea..

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.    Daybreak confession to the Sea… I… Continue reading

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The Pacific…

The Pacific… The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading

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Broken angel..

Broken angel… Beautiful angel, the war is over for us. We did the good fight and you and I. Need to rest. Find some light in the darkness. Our blood soaked hands, our… Continue reading

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