Tag Archive: poetry

The Iron Mountain song…

The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading

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Michigan…

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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… Continue reading

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Last wish, first wish…

Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart.                                  Last wish, first wish… Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories.Leave me yearning for… Continue reading

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Mystical places..

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                 Mystical places… Many… Continue reading

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Nothing remains the same..

Nothing remains the same.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Our home don’t change. We do.                               Nothing remains the same… Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas… Continue reading

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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

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Pain and lesson…

 Pain and lesson… A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late. Hold silence and listen. I lost many upon the road of living. I wished too late. To left brothers with kind words.… Continue reading

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Only you…

Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry of love                                 Only you.. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely… Continue reading

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La petite mort… Part two..

La petite mort.. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading

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