Tag Archive: John Castellenas

One of my favorites “Flesh and bones.”

          Flesh and bones I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized too late. They don’t mean too much. Beautiful young… Continue reading

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No sweeter taste than love my friend. “Beatrice”

My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.                                My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading

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Love can “Expand and multiply”

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and… Continue reading

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The 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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One of my favorite. “Purgatory Inn and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time.                             Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… Continue reading

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Tavern poetry. The best kind. “Let’s pretend”

Let’s pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing.                                       Let’s… Continue reading

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Poetry and photo

Attempt at nine letter poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to create powerful poetry using minimum words.                                 Kiss Elixir of kiss. Love was young. You were perfect. Mistress Mistress love. Veil… Continue reading

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The coming storm

The coming storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                   The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile.She was a rare desert flower… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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