Tag Archive: John Castellenas

“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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“Turn, turn, turn

 Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be my… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and some verbal poetry.

Dead flowers     I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see… Continue reading

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Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

  Forget me not I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German sweet Summer wine. I dreamed… Continue reading

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“Strangers, trains and planes”

  Strangers, trains and planes     She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon. I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday. She held… Continue reading

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“My great love”

My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.                     My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone?… 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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Poetry and poetry of the Poet Segovia

My poetry and a amazing Poet Segovia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                  Segovia     First, I fell to those eyes. Eyes of pure darkness and unknown journey. Second I fell… Continue reading

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“I am going to California”

   I am going  to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I… Continue reading

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