Love is at my door…
Love is at my door I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
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Purgatory Inn and no place to go..
(My dear Jenny in 1991.) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
The whiskey and the beer song. We have.
The whiskey and the beer song. We have. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.” The whiskey and the beer… A whiskey and a beer was the song… Continue reading
Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings…
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
Love letter, never send..
Love letter, never send A Poem by Coyote Poetry I have many letters never send. Sometime words can lose value. Best to stay safe and sound is poor advice. Today I know. Better to… Continue reading
No shame in love..
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything and everything is love. No shame in love.. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
I remember you..
I remember you.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you.. You taught me what love was.You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty.You painted my world… Continue reading
Broken glass dreams…
Deluded love,love captured,love forgotten. —- Heart ruthless,heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams. John Castellenas/Coyote
Happy Veteran’s day. A soldier story..
A soldier story… This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader. It was a Friday night… Continue reading
Payment due..
Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake, I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading