jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

faith

  • Poetry prompts.

    1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as a Sunday morning sun. 2- I found you by our lake in my dream. We were just holding hands and not needing words. I remembered, sometime silence is all we needed. 3- You found me… Read more

  • The human touch.

     The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the people we love and need them.                              The human touch… People can get lost.Feel they are alone.Be blinded to reasons to be alive and go forward. Many ways… Read more

  • f I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn some sage. A place to pray. Once I knew anger, war and greed.Now I sit by Captain Jack, great Chief… Read more

  • The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore baths.  Large shining teeth, a large man with a loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my… Read more

  • Dead ends.

    (My friend’s daughter and my daughter in 1993. He was killed in the Iraq war in 2004.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends. Brothers told no-one they were scared.Stood on a chair and told… Read more

  • Truth or dare.

    Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.                                   Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I never told the truth. I was seduced by the dare.I dare you to kiss Suzy. I dare you to whisper… Read more

  • On the thread of a word.

    On the thread of a word       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)                             Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a lifewhere I needed your caress. You took me to a dark bedroom.Light many soft candles andslowly torn down walls of disappointment.… Read more

  • I remember you.

    I remember you.               The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days,thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey coastline.Purify the sadness and losses of living. I remember you.Waiting for me on the sand.You called me the laughing Poet.A fugitive and faithful… Read more

  • I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was young. A pretty Scottish gal sat with me and she asked. What are you doing in Pennan, Aberdeenshire. Drinking alone? I looked… Read more

  • Colors… (The new world is here. Let’s be kind to each. Call someone you miss. Help the people you can. I pray our leaders are helping our brothers and sisters countries. Be a friend. If someone is afraid. Call Johnnie. I wrote this poem in 1978 and added some lines.) Black, white, brown and yellow.… Read more