Forever young.
Forever young. Once I was fearless and brave. Love was life and life was love. I had a strong back and powerful legs. I was going to save my world.Once I wanted long… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
The wolf and the raven dance. And music by the beautiful Harp twins.
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
The song of the White Wolf.
The song of the white wolf. The luminous sky above us and we watch. The sun and the moon. Kissed hello and kissed goodbye. We burn sage for our world, and we pray… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair.
She had wildflowers in her hair Spring sweet Spring. Your gentle warm days make me come alive.Sitting with the wildflowers and swimming in old memories.I remembered a barefoot beauty taking me the hidden… Continue reading
We lived once and what did we leave behind?
We lived once and what did we leave behind? The year March 2026 was a hard one. I have become the senior person in my family. I am in the Autumn of my… Continue reading
Dance of ugly dreams and nightmares. No-one wins in war.
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m sixty-seven-year-old. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance of ugly… Continue reading
Well-oiled machine. A very old poem.
Well-oiled machine. I love you like a stranger,my lips touching your lips,my body feeling the heat of your flesh. As I hold you close,I don’t feel the hunger to enter you.I feel the… Continue reading
Love did whisper to be on a summer day. And a wonderful Rachel Hardy song.
Love did whisper to me on a summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
Our legacy.
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading