Tag Archive: John Castellenas

In Monterey.

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us.          In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache. I had two bottles of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons and some salt.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading

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My sweet Peggy.

My sweet Peggy.  She is sitting alone in the warm  Florida’s evenings.  She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are… Continue reading

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A mad man prayer.

A mad man prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can create a madness.                             A mad man prayer. I woke up with your name on my lips. THE PHONE IS RINGING. I dreamed… Continue reading

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When a woman smiled.

When a woman smiled. My  heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading

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Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading

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Bounded love.

(My adopted children. Adults now and doing well. An old photo. Living in the USA and Spain.) (Me and my daughter in 1998.) Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held… Continue reading

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Quotes from my heart and some photos.

Quotes from the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  It is a good day. My third grandson is twelve now and I have five grandchildren now. Today I have many reasons to be thankful… Continue reading

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The sweet red wine.

The sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                     The sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet… Continue reading

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The dance of emotions.

The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is fair. We must give to receive.    The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee… Continue reading

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