When did I get old?
1- Time isn’t kind to us.. Once I was a soldier, once I was a business man and now I am a old man. I told the Lake St. Clair. What we did… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Some words for love. Dear Sheena.
Some poetry for love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to change my flow of thoughts. Some poetry for love. He adored her summer bonnet of blue; he adored her flowing ginger hair. He… Continue reading
Just a slow dance and a lovely Ana Popovic song.
Just a slow dance. 1- We found the dancefloor and she gave me, eyes piercing glances. She looked deeply into my eyes and she whispered. Us, Scottish girls believe love is forever. Tonight… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake.
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice, and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Regards to a memory.
Regards to a memory.. I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs. Rarely do two people meet with the… Continue reading
Wantonness heart.
Wantonness heart.. (Once I sought death and I found death whispers. Death whispered told me. Not your time yet. You haven’t done enough.) Wantonness soul… Once wantonness man sought the long river, once… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to awake my muse. Behold a beautiful rose. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose… Continue reading
Swiftly love can come.
Swiftly love can come. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love can go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me.
Nothing could stop me. Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch. Nothing could stop me from following you,… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea; she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading