Tag Archive: John Castellenas

It is cut and dried…

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old words still mean the same.                      It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading

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Change…

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                    Change… I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading

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I lift my eyes…

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                  I lift my eyes… Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading

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Copy and paste…

Copy and paste A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Can you truly protect your words and art.                             Copy and paste… New world my brothers and sisters writers and artist.Computers are running the world.Are the… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper…

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                                Utopia of the pen and the paper….… Continue reading

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The dance…

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could have done… Continue reading

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A slow dance….

  A slow dance… ———————————————————————————————————— Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice,… Continue reading

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The willow tree…

The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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Wild horses….

Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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Like a river, we are. And Alexia Evellyn Lakota Lullaby.

One. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two.. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading

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