The sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song.
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Poetry- three little poems..
Poetry-three little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little poems.” Imagine,taunting,you — Deluded love.Love captured.Love forgotten. —- Heart ruthless,heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams. John Castellenas/Coyote
Some California poetry..
1- Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— 2- California isn’t enough.. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline… Continue reading
Unwashed memories…
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Bad behavior and a beautiful Amanda Shires song.
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
Damn you my lovely lady midnight..
Damn you my lovely lady midnight… I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told me. Love had turned ugly, love had turn to blackness. Please Johnnie, dance with… Continue reading
A beautiful flower in Winter, you are.
A beautiful flower in the Winter, you are. I watched you dance alone to the morning song. You make me smile and I know. You are my Winter flower in the days of… Continue reading
Jazzy Sunday. Some little poems..
1- dreamin’, Pleadin’, Wondererin’. And he was lost in her.He was curious to hear her voice, hold her close on the dance floor.She was curious too. She wanted to hear his voice andshe… Continue reading
Blood laced pen..
Blood laced pen… Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading