Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Ghosts and demons

Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.                         Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and… Continue reading

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“Two out of three ain’t bad”

Two out of three ain’t bad. —– I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking long Island ice teas. Trying to get blinded. An old man dressed poorly ordered a… Continue reading

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“Unforgettable”

Unforgettable A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful artwork create amazing words. Thank you Tumblr.    yourtalana: William Oxer Unforgettable I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility.… Continue reading

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The 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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Secret love and hidden memory”

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers.

A beautiful Spring day and the dance of the flowers. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                 … Continue reading

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Are we crazy, the people of this world?

Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write Are we crazy the people of this world? (Old words with the same meaning. Korea, Syria and 132… Continue reading

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The tree by Lake St. Clair

The tree When I was in the Army.  I was always in the desert. 110 in the sun. No place to take cover or cool down. Us old soldiers would gather. Talk of… Continue reading

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Laugh, dance and know love

My dear Grandfather told us often. Don’t come into my house with anger. My house is the home of love.  Leave your problems outside the door and please sit with me and talk.… Continue reading

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“I like to see the eyes”

I like to see the eyes     A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery.                                I like to see the… Continue reading

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