The stream (all workshops)
you are a lovely sonneteer
the only thing about sonnets
I know is
that there are 14 lines,
last two must do a twist,
someone must read at least
lines of only five syllables,
stressed,
somehow that's all I know
about sonnet composing
my maiden one was laughed off
as free verse one
my own sense of creativity,
as on my broken down car’s bonnet
I sit composing a sonnet
hope they will laugh once again
but then this ain't
no sonnet
thanks friend
gloomy perception
is running like rain
licking the heat
between loins
sated like tame lions
that terrible propensity
for the pulse shuttle
in the jerk of the vein
sink hot mettalic
lust
the phallic plunger
run in dirty fingers
these dart days we
throw against
the shadow wall
like knife shark
bites in drywall
catatonic
abbreviation
MADRUGADA
Soy tu madrugada
fuego ardiente en el horizonte
rojo brillando pasion
quemando promesas perdidas
en el decir
palabras mutas que matan
en el oír
soy tu puesta de sol
tu comienzo. tu fin.
DAWN
I am your dawn
fire shining in the horizon
red burning passion brightly
and promises lost in their saying
mute words that kill in their hearing.
I am twilight
Your beginning. Your end.
SECOND ENGLISH VERSION
A summer eve
a baseball game
a girl who didn't
know my name
A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all
Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into true love
Marriage and kids
soon raised and gone
a single soul
that I lean on
Years like pages
in a long book
I see that young girl
each time I look
*for Susan after 38 years
Nobody smiles where I'm from and I don't know why.I'm not from a Third World country, I'm actually from North East Baltimore.There's alot of crime though I've never been a criminal, alright it's that one time.I stole the cookies out the cookie jar, who me , yeah you , couldn't be then who?The crumbs were that which gave me away.I thought it was the one's in my pockect but actually it was the one's I forgot to wipe away from my face.Grandma asked "Are you sure?" ,then I gave up and told her it was me.She smacked my hands with a thin
If I am a rose with thorns then you are the fingers that caress my petals
If I am the great wide ocean, then you are the vast blue sky
If I am a love letter, then you are the thoughts that write me
If I am everything I say I am, you must not believe me
Love,love,love
Why do you have to be so elusive?
I whisper your name in the dark
Only to find it etched on my skin
I thought i had you figured out
But I must be dreaming, I’m dreaming aloud
To know what you are about
I try to wash my hands clean from
I am pregnant
...The sperm
that fertilized my egg
was of the world's pains, woes and ills.
Now the embryo grows bigger everyday,
and here I am,
after a few years
unable to deliver
... this womb
shall explode one day
as I wander
through both information and deception
am I simply curious
or will I seek until it hurts
enough to reconstruct my understanding
and when I realize
it lives far beyond the human mind
will I allow it to transpose an alien reality
that reveals aspects of me that are disturbing
or humbling
or amazing
or will I turn away
in denial
just how much do I love truth?
.
From the answers I got from you
What is the price I have to pay?
If I may ask a hand in love
So cherished and badly desired
Tell me, have I waited in vain
That you would never come to me
You are the unwilling Africa
Towering like a mountain, high
Hesitating, while the time ticks
Missing progress and prosperity
CORRIDORS
down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..
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