My father’s burden..
(Last day with my father, Summer 1996.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. My father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate… Continue reading
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The damn road..
The damn road It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered “Good morning. ” Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
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 book of… Continue reading
Souvenirs..
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs… A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf,sea shells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading
A naked woman..
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
My Winter love..
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. (Written somewhere in the early eighties.) My Winter love.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face… Continue reading
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
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
The poet…
The Poet.. You make words come alive and vibrant.You love books and words.You whispered words to create escape and better place.Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper to me.Sing songs… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading