The morning drifts into
Three phases of awakening
Trees reappear for me and you
Though sun its rays are sharing
Here is something remaining
Happliy of the night
Heartfelt moon lingering
Holding on with all her might
Enough with tales of sky deeds
Every morning is new
Even bringing fresh those weeds
Ever hardy never few
Now all that matters is gratitude
No one ever is without
Nothing more true than atitude
Nourishing soul's no doubt
On a branch i was your rose,
Blooming sweet before you froze
Our i luv yous.
The night wind spoke,
While i was yet asleep
So you followed your whim.
Let's do him in
It said, but you didn't understand,
Horizons was the tesse.
So you sought your reverie,
And i, regretted yes, but
Determined to progress.
Left you alone to your seek,
Selfishness made you weak,
Now i can speak.
I grew and strived in sunshine
And in rain, all for the better,
Beautiful rose that i am.
Shane
I never knew his pedigree. Did he even have one, i know not.
I remember his colour though, white. It was i who named him Shane, after a Western movie i had seen in the cinema.
Today i really do not remember the nature of the character Shane, but i do remember, that dog my first pet.
welcoming me back
his wag tail at the bus stop -
returning from school
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Animo
Swamped in state of apachurrado
I felt i had no where to go
Except in the direction of ecabronado
That for a looong time was so
Until i came to wise ni modo
Absorbed in the ways of church once more
What ensued was merciful animo
Now i care for nothing more than
That facinating estrenar
See what the Lord has done for me
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Words I Used
(Given a list of words from I Have No Word in English Fo By Sandra Cisneros (The New Yorker print edition, September 16, 2024)
Apachurrado. Hat run over by a truck. Heart run over by unrequited love.
Estrenar. To show off what’s new gloriously.
Encabronada/o. A volatile, combustible rage.
Ni modo. Wise acceptance of what fate doles.
Ánimo. A joyous zap of fire.
“Calling Things What They Are.”
If you are sad say so. If you are happy let it show. Being straight saves a world of misconceptions, lots of time wasted, and more best results.
Don't call tears raindrop, or smiles up side down frowns. Calling things what they are, is the best way forward. Leave poetry to the poets.
Life gets real when you face it head on. I have no skills for flight or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself. A balloon is a balloon. A spade is a spade.
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From the atelier window,
I looked out to be absorbed,
By an iris, an abstract work
Of God in the evening shadows,
A vanishing point of day,
Not just a sunset, but more so,
A polychromatic overlap of emotions,
This was the expressionism gift
That later artist would receive
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Tangle - Quadrille
Untangle this,
If you should miss
The opportunity, to
See groups of two
Colours, their strands
Relating where you stand,
Then the better to see
You, my dear can be
Drinking soup from a bowl,
Red as your dear soul,
Aflamed with filial love.
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[image made with Bing AI generator]
