Best Alta Poems
esplosione de energia
rapida curve volu-
ttuose di
la tua innocenza flir-
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ssicati dal
patroni di amre
di marca
ballare in bocca
di una tempe-
sta occulta
testimonionza
del passato
alta voce
de un vento che
circola
noi stiamo prepa-
rando nostro le-
tto d'amore
Categories:
alta, allusion,
Form:
He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
Categories:
alta, historydeath, autumn, body, death,
Form:
Tanka
Der Wald atmet auf
Sonnenlicht fällt auf Tannengrün
Im aufsteigenden Nebel
Am Bachrand vor hohem Gras
Sonnt sich im Baum eine Wildkatze
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The forest breathes again
Sunlight falls on pines' green
In now rising mist
At the brook's edge near tall grass
A wild cat is basking in a tree
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El bosque respira
Luz cae sobre abetos verdes
En la subienda niebla
Al arroyo cerca de hierba alta
Gato montés toma un baño de sol
Categories:
alta, animals
Form:
Tanka
Hallelujah la planta de tus pies;
Desde la tierra santa has pisado
Arnes debajo de las alas alrededor de tu hermoso cuello,
usas la mosca con Hallelujah, ;
Los labios acariciadores rara vez fallan;
las pasiones de los puntos de conversacion;
Hallelujah
bocas que siempre alaban a Dios;
en voz alta y siempre
Alabado sea el Senor
Acriciando y besando tu alma espiritual;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
Categories:
alta, analogy, beautiful, celebration, devotion,
Form:
Lyric
Drown.
It happens a pace imperceptible,
It is lost only at the moment it was perceived the
The aqua alta
Carved out an embayment in my heart
No rivers made room for the sea,
Tidal floods by the tumbling silver moonlight, sweeps in the silky waters as an insidious creeping, pending doom inexorably sweeps over,
The rise is slow, the water is murky,
Oh to be like a Venetian! Slough off the inconvenience of death,
Shall I look to the past as contretemps?
Shall I rearrange fate with a retrospective perspective?
Shall I reinterpret your fait accompli?
And the portent is grim—eustasy is is certain
And the weight of the life giving substance— extinguishes life.
Categories:
alta, allegory, anxiety, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena. Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my grandson lives there. I asked him if he had seen the dairy there, and he told me that it does not exist. I then asked him if he had seen herds of milk cattle there and he said that he had not, and doubted that there were any. Of course I wondered why the milk had such a name, and jokingly asked him to look for at least one cow in the city, since it was well built-up, and there were no obvious open pastures at all. I told him that we could only conclude that it this had to b a very famous and rare cow that could supply all the milk needed by a large urban dairy, and thus must be insured, protected from the idle public, and secreted in some private home where she would not be disturbed. The whole story and speculation grew into a riotous family "search" for this wondrous animal. I, of course, ask my grandson each week when I see him, for a progress report on the search. Finally, I have decided to turn it into a poem:
A Search Continues
Something very hush-hush is going on
and Alta Dena folk aren't going to tell.
All cowdom secreted within its bovine lair
yet Bo would stare contentedly at us
with no incursive moo directed at the hellish
vine that she must eat, in lieu of meadow grass.
That ever-present cud must still
be masticated; yea, her celebrated udder
must be filled.
Yet none admit to having sighted her.
Beastiana though she be, no Altadenian
will dare so much as low on her behalf,
no bull, Eden-bound, is ready to exchange
his bold, testicular desire
to service mewling ruminants
who merely run away.
Nay, uncowed are they, though cowed they be,
and cowards not--and if you do not see
their wisdom, chalk it up to power,
Bo's mammary magnificence, so easily
in jeopardy before a single squeeze,
not of a nipple but a trigger
thus applied, and speeding out of sight.
Challenge, indeed, our quest to find
this noble and prolific queen
who dominates with graceful quietude
her milky empire slurping quite
without a care, lush liquid destined
not to slosh within her, rather
in those tumescent tummies
ever crying out for more.
Would I betray them for a share?
Of course. Away with those content
to sour the milk of human kindness
with deception. Let the search go on!
~
Categories:
alta, humor,
Form:
Free verse
As i sit here and reminisce of my
joyful times as a kid I think of how
big your Heart was and all the
Knowledge you give.
While under your care no
recreational landmark was far you
took Me everywhere, From Toa Alta
to San Juan or El Morro to Dorado I
can still feel the Oceans Water, smell
Coconuts in the Air even hear an old
Man playing the Bongo.
Even if I was bad an 8 year old
Tornado nightmare you never laid a
Hand on Me, Instead you gave Me
the Parental stare in return I would
say ok Abuelito I'll be good I swear.
Many Years have passed since your
relocation to Heaven above, In my
Soul my Heart and my thoughts you
are far from gone.
I wish you didn't have to leave the
world so soon but God needed a
General to guide his Platoon, You
were a Leader and adored by many
getting to Know You and meet You
was a blessing.
You played a big role in my Life you
solid Heart of Gold, Until the Day that
I age to be to old, Forever in your
Honor I shall be proud to be a
Muñoz. ™©
By : Shawn Muñoz
Categories:
alta, grandfather
Form:
ABC
focused eyes meet like a deep ancient cave
where the stripes almost touch on a forward drive
repelling each other like a power surge at the shoulder
notice how his coat shines as he grows bolder
he borrows strength from a fountain of eternal youth
edged on the tips of his white of teeth
a docile feline, not at all a beast of death in the mist
a heart gift-wrapped in stripes in his chest
he preys at the alta of sacrifice and slaughter
a last glance at natural beauty before eternal slumber
designed by the mysterious scramble of the jungle
to forever prowl with an artistic effort the oriental
burning through a path with an invisible flame in slow motion
pouncing with an effortless equation his ferocious devastation
those who fell into an unsuspecting empty well of his hell
roped in on an unending stripe where only tigers dwell
Categories:
alta, nature, tiger,
Form:
Rhyme
Alta Luna,
my gentleman caller in the night
Ahhhh, yes
He’s making eyes at me
Sending showers of midnight winks
that melt the stars into my eyes
Tall and handsome
perfect to lean my ladder up against
And climb up to Mi Amor
Let me in
and let me kiss you
Good Night
© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015
Categories:
alta, love, moon, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Determine hoje para o Ano Novo
Na vida ou nos negócios
Determinação, no Ano novo
Ou no ano que se vai
é escalar a colina mais próxima
quando não consegue
escalar a montanha mais alta.
Para uma pessoa determinada
a subida começa a cada dia.
Vamos lá, Seja determinada,
continue subindo,
Ainda te tempo de subir seus lucros!
Consultora
Categories:
alta, business,
Form:
Free verse
My summertime Muses are wearing the jolly
Still decking “the halls with boughs of holly,”
Eschewing everything droll and melancholy
Chanting a happy tune from “Hello, Dolley.”
Helping me deal with a rambunctious collie
Singing ad alta voce “Good Golly, Miss Mollie,”
As I sink to dabble in foolish, but hilarious, folly.
written June 16. 2021
Categories:
alta, fun, muse, summer, writing,
Form:
Monorhyme
A mulher que se encontra,
de quando em vez,
de tempos em tempos,
Tem os olhos vivos,
Tem a pele morena,
Branca ou negra,
Ora baixa, ora alta,
Tem um lindo sorriso,
E tudo o quer precisa;
Para levar alegria onde quer que esteja.
AH! As mulheres que eu vejo,
Tem fases, como a lua.
Fases de andar escondida,
fases de vir para a rua...
e outras de ser sozinha,
E Tudo nelas mostra a verdade,
Com que se acredita.
A mulher que vejo,
Tem olhos vivos e acalma,
Iluminando as vidas,
Segue a vida,
Sorrindo, fazendo sorrir,
Mudando o mundo.
A mulher que vejo,
Contraria a natureza,
Ilumina como uma estrela,
Inspira suave como a brisa
Seque a vida
Realizando sonhos
Enriquecendo vidas.
AH! Mulher,
Aceita o encargo!
De um pequeno gesto,
feito de longe e de leve,
Para transformar e mudar o mundo.
Categories:
alta, business,
Form:
Free verse
Sobre las rocas el mar,
canta su melodía sin final.
Como lluvia suave están besando las olas,
la playa en su modo.
Flores rojas del agua florecen
en la tempestad.
Desesperado el cielo por el sol,
que quema con miles de velas el día,
pero el mar canta canciones de luz y esperanza.
El mar alta su voz,
abriga los altares mojadas
entre arena y aire rielada,
y un horizonte muy lejos
toma prisionero un cielo caloroso.
Categories:
alta, nature
Form:
Prose Poetry
A love story in an Andalusian grove
that belongs now as a last look
at a cat-scan.
Beneath that olive bower,
she sips a glass of La Rioja Alta.
He looks at the scan.
He keeps looking at the scan
hoping to see vineyards.
The fruit he sees is dark
and the vine pale.
He raises a last glass of wine
to her.
Categories:
alta, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dia das mães
Mãe
Para algumas pessoas
és o lírio,
para outras pessoas
és a vida e a luz dos olhos
sempre mãe.
Quando, alta noite,
alguém se reclina e deita,
melancólica, triste e fatigada,
uma mãe abre as asas no leito,
e o sono desliza perfumado.
Mãe,
que sempre chovam bênçãos de Deus
para cada mãe do presente
e mãe do futuro!
Mãe.
Que a beleza das flores,
e o brilho das estrelas,
cerquem você hoje e sempre.
Categories:
alta, business, mother, poems,
Form:
Free verse