jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • She was a dancer.

    She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest, and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands. She sought laughter and the kind people. I was the bar-room poet, the sea seeker and I… Read more

  • I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.

    I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea. They would sing and dance for the falling sun and the rising moon. I was lucky. Dear Maria, befriended me and she taught… Read more

  • Write and bleed.

    Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. 1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used twisted words. Did we show real face, did we do, just enough? 2- We knew thirst, we pledged broken promises and… Read more

  • We were young once.

    We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor nights of waking.”Sir Walter Scott” Easy life and quiet death.”Sir Walter Scott… Read more

  • The easy days and the good days.

    The easy days and the good days. On a cold day in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote her name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I left Ann Arbor Michigan searching for new places and reasons to be alive. I learn standing in the mist of war. Love is… Read more

  • Around and around, we shall go.

    Around and around, we shall go. Around and around, we shall go. Never knowing where we will end up. Faces, places and situations dancing in our head. Can’t change the past. We can assemble the present. The future is our option. Chose wisely your words and actions. We pay for our sins and good deeds… Read more

  • Forever young.

    Forever young. (We must stay hopeful for the sake of our children.) Once I was fearless and brave. Love was life and life was love. I had a strong back and powerful legs. I was going to save my world.Once I wanted long nights and I could dance till the sunrise. I love the song… Read more

  • Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

    (Dear Jenny in 1992.) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I told the bartender, I have the long Island iced tea fresh and cold, please keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for a man who wants nothing. I roll the simple purple stone in my… Read more

  • If I had magic. Verbal poetry and hope for peace.

    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

  • 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