Category Archive: John Castellenas

Grandmother hope and wishes-

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading

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Broken promises

Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions.                                     Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in… Continue reading

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Two short poems.

Summer Beautiful summer. Sweet summer. With you near. I’m loving  your kind and gentle face. Your smile is calming my soul and heart. I want you near. Being in your embrace and knowing… Continue reading

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“Bad to the bones” Very old words.

Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy and I don’t… Continue reading

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Raven and the coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the song. I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love… Continue reading

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“Wisp of the night”

Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become. We have become stranger… Continue reading

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“In your eyes”

           In your eyes In your eyes. I’m everything, the sun and the moon. The warm breeze that warmth the night. I feel I could do anything when you bless me with your… Continue reading

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“Sweet red wine”

Sweet red wine                                    Sweet red wine                         ——————————————————————————————————–   It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came… Continue reading

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“The wild and the tamed”

The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear?                             The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading

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