Tag Archive: Romance

Rage and pain. And a lovely Katy Funke song.

Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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Did we love? Did we bleed?

Did we love? Did we bleed? Oh, la, la, la.  Dear love, I sang to you, I sang to us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than life… Continue reading

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The cold night whispered.

The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once  great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading

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Parable of Celia.

Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.  She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading

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The lost and found.

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.”                      The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading

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Just enough.

Just enough ( An adult poem.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Live fast, test life and hope for a good landing.” Just enough. Long distance calls begging me tostop by and spend time with… Continue reading

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You, the sea and the journey.

You, the sea and the journey. I love the sea and the long path. I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is jealous of your beautiful face. My… Continue reading

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Hold my hands.

Hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he… Continue reading

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A fallen angel.

A fallen angel. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers… Continue reading

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We danced. And a lovely Deana Carter song.

We danced, loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 67-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old dreams and… Continue reading

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