Tag Archive: John Coyote

The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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The Island

(New book started. I hope you like)   The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned story.   The Island I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port… Continue reading

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Let us kiss and never part

Let us kiss and never part   She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading

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“I called your name”

I called your name   Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading

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Last chance motel

The last chance motel   Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading

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“My Joan of Arc”

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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“Peace will come”

Peace will come   My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… Continue reading

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The water and the fire

  The water and the fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern in Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It… Continue reading

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I called your name

I called your name   I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer.   I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading

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