#Juevesdecafé — Velehay

Amor de poeta En este frío otoño sentados al calor de la lumbre de una buena chimenea, Mientras el crepitar de las llamas arrullan nuestras versos, los poemas se recitan con voces en dulce caramelo, como si en vez de café, se tomara el néctar que los tenores toman antes de cada concierto. Y entre […]

#Juevesdecafé — Velehay

…EMBRIAGARME DE TÍ… GET DRUNK ON YOU… — DENTRO DE MIS SUEÑOS…

…Me es imposible no pensarte, te sueño de día, cuando los rayos de sol peinan mi cabello, te sueño en la tarde, cuando el viento de otoño besa mis labios rojos, te sueño de noche, cuando la luna descansa en mi ventana y ya, en la soledad de mi cama, mi corazón se torna salvaje, […]

…EMBRIAGARME DE TÍ… GET DRUNK ON YOU… — DENTRO DE MIS SUEÑOS…

To, The Wolf — Desproticar

The South was never a place for the Northern to delve. They weren’t Honorable enough, and the Northerners could tell. The King needed his friend to rule over the realm. He came miles and miles from the South, top the North’s shell. He brought doom with him, None of his Council could help. It was […]

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The Establishment — Teacher as Transformer

I wrote this poem when I was in high school, so some 50 years ago about the time I wrote Angry Young Poet. I updated both poems several years ago, but the underlying theme was evident in the orginals and I tried to keep that in mind in editing. I found both poems as part […]

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…SOY DE LAS QUE NO SE CAMUFLAN… I AM OF THOSE WHO DO NOT CAMOUFLATE… — DENTRO DE MIS SUEÑOS…

…Soy de las que no se camuflan, de las que se visten de noches, de las que se visten de días, de las que toman para sí los colores esos que arrastran con sutileza cada una de las estaciones, mimetizándome en su rueda infinita, cargándome de sus hermosos matices… …Si un rayo de […]

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Choices — Source of Inspiration

Today I will fast from anger. Let not a word or thought break this fast. Let not my feel break my fast, taking me to places where the Lord is mocked and rejected. May no part of my body deter me from attaining unending tranquility of the soul. I fast from all that separates me […]

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This poem is whole. — a.mermaid’spen_

I have heardpeople complainingabout writersnot writingtheir whole heart,always tryingto hide some part.And I have seenpeople trying toexplorethe unknown;like writersare not people,like they arenot their own.And I always thinkwhy is that so after all?So hereI’m puttingmy whole heart(with all the pieces)in this poemand nowThis poem is whole.

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