Carved memories…
Carved memories… I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
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Hands of stone…
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is… Continue reading
I weep, the world weep for the children of war..
Everybody knows. Part two. I weeps, the world weep. “What peace can be, where both to one pretend.” John Dryden “This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This… Continue reading
I don’t need you..
I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old poet told me. Old men wisdom mean little.Dead men wisdom is bury and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in… Continue reading
You, secrets, falling and want…
1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets..I want… Continue reading
Lingering memories…
2- Cherish The aroma of Summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across my lap.Your arms holding me tightly in a perfect embrace.These are cherish places captured by my heart. Coyote/John Castellenas
Souvenirs…
Souvenirs… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The 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 photo… Continue reading
Open windows…
1- Open windows.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones,needing to dance into the… Continue reading