Category Archive: John Castellenas

Some verbal poetry and some photos.

Dodge Park, Sterling Heights. Thank you for the park, the running water. Thank you for the places where children can laugh and pray. I hope everyone is doing well. Have some fun and… Continue reading

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same Old Lang Syne

Same Old Lang Syne   Old letter saved in a box. Once the sweetest words I knew from a kind woman. Now became heavy memories. I found her again in 1996 and we… Continue reading

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Please come home to me..

  Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day,… Continue reading

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I need a wild heart…

I need a wild heart —- Love made me live   Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement… Continue reading

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Love had no pride..

  Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..

                                          San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the… Continue reading

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Jealous of the night..

Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading

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Soldier of fortune..

 Soldier of fortune ————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading

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Song of the dead and the song of the living…

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living. I remember… Continue reading

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Dr. Hook and some words.

Three am call     The bar is closed and I am sitting alone in the back of my truck. The phone booth is near and I decided to call you. I light… Continue reading

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