jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

love

  • The sea.

    The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are creating puzzles with our words. We must be kind to each other. Negative words can tear us apart. Maybe we should ask. Are you alright? What do you need? 2- I told… Read more

  • Almost love in California.

    (John and Jennifer in Monterey in 1992.) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you… Read more

  • Is it, everything you wanted?

    Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?Tonight I… Read more

  • Wildflowers dreams.

     Wildflowers dream      (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for the want and need of love. The balance of love is held by the threads of tender words and a thousand kisses. … Read more

  • Wild roses.

    Wild roses. I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long-legged woman who had wild blue eyes and loved the whisky and the long night. I loved her auburn hair and kind and sweet voice.She told me often.“Wild roses… Read more

  • The soldier. The Bacchas prayer.

    ( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C. You drink, you dance, you sing and you love the Texas gals. Can’t you find one you can keep. Sgt. C.… Read more

  • Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create?

    Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet doesn’t cry. He writes the misery of life to paper. He writes about days of joy. He wrote about memories and kisses. Some say. Poets love words more than love. I adore the artist. With tender fingers, they create vision of… Read more

  • Can’t return no-more.

    Can return no more. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We will believe time is our friend. We know the sun will rise and fall into the sea andthe dusk will turn into night. Love will grow and falter. Lucky lovers know.Love is measured in seconds anda lucky person knows to hold… Read more

  • An ocean apart.

    An ocean apart. You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet and kind words.“I’m waiting for you. I have loved you since we met at the candy shop. Please come back to me. You are… Read more

  • The sweetest gal.

    The sweetest gal. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink to us. My rosy cheek honey let’s dance in the shadows of love sweetness. O so sweet, O so tender. You bewitched… Read more