Regards to Melanie

Regards to Melanie

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Just words and thoughts.

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Regard to Melanie 

I know you are far away my dear lover.
You are fulfilling needed dreams in secret places where lover can find peace and safety.

I'm alright and I have accepted my destine ending.
I'm left with strong coffee and dead memories.

I'm tire dear lover. Some of us cannot be saved.
We have accepted little and it is okay.

You reminded me I was worth something.
You reminded me I could wish and dream.
Sweet lover, you told me  love was possible.
Left me with hope and a prayer.

Please sweet Melanie.
Dance and sing in great and beautiful places.
Dead dreams mean little.
When you have accepted dead-ends and roadblocks.

Freedom is under-rated. Best days in a life.
Open road and no time limits.
Old men learn life is fair.
We pay for every sin done.
Greedy men who swam in the deadly sins.
Pay for every action in three-fold.
Old soldiers who learned new hate.
Find places where ain't much left.

Sweet and beautiful Melanie.
Thank you. I remember you.
Made me feel young and hopeful for a second.
With regard and love. Johnnie.

                    Coyote/John Castellenas








© 2014 Coyote Poetry


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Lucky Melanie, what a touching, albeit bittersweet love poem. I think the same gypsy blood runs through our veins Coyote...

Freedom is under-rated. Best days in a life.
Open road and no time limits.

You have so many grand stories to tell, and memories to share, we're lucky to have you here at the cafe.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Dear Frieda. You are always so sweet and kind.



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Very romantic and quite deep piece from your heart..
"Please sweet Melanie.
Dance and sing in great and beautiful places.
Dead dreams mean little.
When you have accepted dead-ends and roadblocks." - my favorite verse.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Shanny. Real life and thoughts lead us to poetry.
Freedom is under-rated. Best days in a life.
Open road and no time limits.
Old men learn life is fair.
We pay for every sin done.
Greedy men who swam in the deadly sins.
Pay for every action in three-fold.
Old soldiers who learned new hate.
Find places where ain't much left.

John, you are always know how to get me with these romantic writes. The tone is always just right:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Pryde. Even in the disappointment of love. They become good days.
'Dead dreams mean little.' .. .. guess we have to cling onto them, maybe breathe life into ... '

I more than like this, it's beautiful . Love its gentleness and sincerity, love its depth and breadth. Tis how a man should and can write for a woman he remembers. Things happen, lives take different paths, some folk stew and burn.. others move on.. somehow. And in this, you again show the sweetest, loving heart.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Emma Joy. Life teaches you. You can't have everything you want. Greed is deadly to the emo.. read more
John, your words are always written from the depths of your heart and spirit and convey emotions that indeed touch me. Your reminisce of this girl who came into your life and was then gone - on for bigger dreams. You settle for being without her, yet you never forget her, but you do not hold a grudge, nor try to get her back - you accept her for who she is......and that is what makes you such a wonderful, kind man!!
Your works never cease to amaze me!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sheila. Some people cannot be held down for too long.
Sheila Kline

10 Years Ago

That is so true John - and then it is good to let them move on, and be thankful for the time shared .. read more
Such tender and bittersweet prose…

One little edit note: the line "You are fulfilling needed dreams in secret places where lover can find peace and safety," seems awkward to the rest of the lines. Maybe, break into two or three lines? Or maybe rephrase it? Maybe something like: Fulfilling needed dreams in secret places, finding love's peace and safety. It's a very emotive line and seems central to the poem.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and the advice. All my poetry is free flow. I will edit later. Thank you again.. read more
Every time I read you, I am awash in emotions and goosebumps. I am in awe of your ability to convey these things with a depth of honesty and beauty that is UNPARALLELED in this place. I will help you with your book, you need to be out there, a best seller -- mind and heart songs -- I am blown away, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the help given. You are a example. We are here to help each othe.. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I must add, this does more than "tug slightly" at the emotions. Your writing is some of the most rea.. read more

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