jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • The autumn days.

    The Autumn days. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day. The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days. Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are calling the grandchildren. I have quiet days to reflex on the coming days of Autumn. I love the charm of the Fall.… Read more

  • You are my poetry.

    You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candlelight. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with the lights on, once we talk till 3am, once we never parted. Love was us and you were love. Once spoken… Read more

  • Into the west.

    Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is talking to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep you safe. The Devil knows my name and I know the northern winds are killing my soul. The Goddess of the sea… Read more

  • Mercy.

    Mercy. Young black man. 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days. I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes. I started to sit with him.He said nothing for many meals.Other Soldiers said he was crazy. One morning at breakfast.He looks at… Read more

  • My last stand will be in New York city.

    My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what he did to remember her in her death? My soul has become so dirty.I feel I would fall into the old city.Become like her.Full of secrets and hidden… Read more

  • The lover, a soldier prayer.

    The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.” The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead to War. Young woman with a sweet smile.Silk dress.Smelling like sweet flowers. Whisper, let’s dance tonight.You shall go to War. “Tonight we need… Read more

  • Time waits for no-one.

    Time waits for no-one. He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked, and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling hazel eyes and when she shared a smile with him. He would blush with slyness and she did like this. Her laughter… Read more

  • Brick, upon another brick.

    Brick, upon another brick. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learns one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day.If you live long… Read more

  • Poetry for nature.

    Poetry for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to protect nature and the free animals of the earth and the sea.                                 1- Mother Earth… Her dress is of the green of the great forest.Her gift is sweet water and food for us to eat.We need to love and protect her.                               2- The… Read more

  • Beautiful Scottish eyes.

    Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she told me. Please Johnnie, don’t break my heart. I told her. Sheena, Sheena, my darling, my dream-maker. I will never break your heart my love. Once a noble Scottish gal allowed me to dance with her,… Read more