jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

The sea

  • Butterfly kisses.

    Butterfly kisses. Once my baby girl, once my world.We had Summer days at the beach, Wandered all the parks near, We shared the first day of school and I waited a thousand day at the bus-stop for you.I learn love when you came into my world, daddy’s little girl grow-up and they know. Always a… Read more

  • California.

    California A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need the Pacific. (Won’t be long. Michigan to California coastline. Coyote is going. Left California in 1994. Me and sea. Will be befriended. Maybe in June 2027.)                                           California When… Read more

  • Please kiss me and say hello.

    Kiss me and say hello. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so. Now the deep Jazz songs make me remember once, I loved “love.” Now I loved the dark Jazz bars, now I love… Read more

  • My North Dakota hurricane.

    My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night. Me and my beautiful Gail sought to test life, we sought to dance with the Winter storms. We found our place of… Read more

  • I tried to memorize her face.

    I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea.She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay.She adored band night in the Monterey taverns and the poetry readings in Pacific Groves.I tried to memorize her beautiful face, and I needed to hear her… Read more

  • We must be, like a sea.

    We must be, like a sea (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific Ocean, I have forgotten more than I remember. I danced alone for the midnight moon, moving and grooving to the sound of… Read more

  • My dearest Monterey butterfly.

    My dearest Monterey butterfly. She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone wanted to get close. She adored the sea; she loved to dance alone on the Monterey Bay seaside. I told her dear Angela, love and men are thieves. Always wanting… Read more

  • My singing Nightingale.

    My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song? We may find the Pacific? We may find peace? 2- He was blinded by war. Now he was seeking the California mermaids. Once, in a sweet… Read more

  • Two guitars.

    Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the  bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more

  • Tell me something.

    Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I  want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want. Please tell me, I am your everything. I want… Read more