jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

The sea

  • Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My dancing storm.

    Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly… 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

  • The waltz.

    The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach.The waves were the orchestra andthe wind was whispering a love song. I tossed her into a twirl andI brought her back to me. By the light of the moon.Two lovers danced the movement of freedomand celebrating being alive. We come back to the ocean after… 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

  • I will go anywhere with you.

    I will go anywhere with you. He watched her dance near the Pacific Ocean. She was dancing with the stars; she was dancing with the moon. He knew she was a restless soul; she wanted to cage-less and free. She wanted to see the whole world and she wanted to dance with the five oceans… 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 hope, I don’t fall in love with me and an amazing Tom Waits song.

    I hope, I don’t fall in love with you. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I knew your face. You read poetry ugliness of love, the ugliness of life at the Tuesday poetry reading at the coffee shop… Read more

  • Please come home to me.

    Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I drink the California wine in the night. I sit in the places where Hemingway found some kind of peace. Monterey is so… Read more

  • I am going to build me a heaven of my own. An outstanding song.

    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

  • Sway.

    Sway. The Poet’s wishes. Always sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s prayer and wishes for the waiting poet. He watched her. Her black dress cut down to her knees allowing his eyes to… Read more