books
-
A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went to her and I asked her. Are escaping or did you find your place to be? She turned to me. She did… Read more
-
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and clowns. I had beads to give away, and I wore the gifts of beads from the kind folks. I was with dear… Read more
-
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone and I wandered the city falling in love with the ancient city. I liked the Italian people. Friendly and kind. I befriended… Read more
-
One more cup of coffee. (All we need my friend. Light conversation, a cup of coffee and a friend near.) She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her at Dusk and I brought her coffee… Read more
-
The concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas. I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and… Read more
-
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden is utopia of land and people untouched by factory or big business.Big Sur is safe hideaway… Read more
-
1- The ray of the sun on my face. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace, and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She took his hand and kissed each finger and she told him. “Dear Johnnie. Whiskey is always fair. Blocked… Read more
-
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia Beach Sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a… Read more
-
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished and forgotten places. The flight of love.. (Love is like a garden. You must plant the love. You must water and… Read more
-
Arousing illusion. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and attempt dances with the devil. The young Soldier saw a long legged beauty dancing alone. Hair auburn hair moving with the song… Read more
jcastellenas-Coyote 