jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • I was condemned after I saw your face.

    I was condemned after I saw your face…  I was looking for the wide-open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas and I saw her. I couldn’t look away from her long legs and beautiful face. She told me. You are late Johnnie.… Read more

  • The city of lights or anywhere.

    The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lovers danced on the street and kissed by the flowing river. No-one… Read more

  • Between two points.

    Between two points. (New site and new poetry number two.) 1- You were a warm Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. I didn’t know one kiss; I didn’t know one embrace, and I didn’t know one dance. You would steal my mind and my heart forever. 2- Did I run to you or… Read more

  • I don’t remember how you looked.

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look. I don’t remember how you look.Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?I don’t know if your hair was golden blond ormaybe strawberry red? I tried to describe you and each time I remember… Read more

  • 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

  • The damn road.

    The damn road.   It was a cold winter day in late December in Michigan.  I awoke with my love andI kissed her face and lips, and I told her, good morning. Her beautiful young body pressed against me so tightly and I could hear her heart beating against my skin.  I put my face… 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

  • 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

  • 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