Madman or saint? And a beautiful wistful song.
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Just dance…
Just dance… Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of perfume.Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me..
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Now and forever..
Now and forever… Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific ocean. No-one was waiting for… Continue reading
The midnight dance. Three little poems..
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Waiting for a miracle..
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading
Come away with me… And a beautiful Norah Jones song.
Come away with meA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Dreaming of a yesterday. ) Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs.You were North Dakota born, now California blessed.I… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes..
Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she told me. Please Johnnie, don’t break my heart. I told her. Sheena, Sheena, my… Continue reading
I remember you..
I remember you… The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of… Continue reading
Wildest dreams,
Wildest dreams.. (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams… Continue reading