Best Del Poems
Self-control is the first lesson of life,
when learning to be presentable.
An alternate lifestyle
will bring you grief,
but you are no different
in that respect.
All grieve.
Delete everything
you should not have said
or done.
There is a scream,
then nobody is there.
The machine shuts down
at the end.
Silence is the last friend.
Only heaven fathoms
a blank screen.
Senses overwhelmed, history revealed,
I step into Plaza Mayor.
Antique hues of pinks and grays stun.
Madrid welcomes me.
Late sun casts golden shadows.
Camaraderie envelops.
I peel my brain for words.
Spanish brass serenades,
a musical aperitif.
Thoughts turn to supper,
as I walk and walk.
I see it, “Menu del Dia” in amber and red.
Savory breeze guides me.
It reads, "Tapas, Chorizo y Jamon",
I can’t resist
Vino Tinto completes me
as I wonder the day.
9/28/17
Everyone said, “Always order the Menu del Dia”
With that and little else, I headed for Spain
Big Sur,
oak and redwood
and open chapparel,
fragile groves of bay & laurel-
run wild
Reverberación de tela
Extiende tus ideas
Hasta el desayuno
Y de vuelta
Para quien mira con cuidado
La moneda se transparenta
Un pulso familiar
Tonadas de un botón pentagonal
Continuas espirales de papel
Antes caracoles sobre el mantel
Mañana más máscaras con maíz
A fin de cuentas, la misma raíz
Odiseas en cuchara de paja
Las cortinas cambian
Siempre en la misma ventana
Antigua marea de plata
Moderno cuaderno cuadriculado
Entre sus poros asoman los gansos
Producción de órbitas en masa
Diversas escalas
Extensas hileras de universos
Réplicas de un único cerezo
Aquel que aprendió
A extender sus brazos
Y entrelazar los dedos
Los parques son continuos
Se muere con la nota de inicio
Campanada cubista
Supresión evolutiva
Siguiente parada
Extensos campos de sombrillas
Simple,shining sun.
Sliding silently to set.
Sundown silence,sh.
12/28/2020
7am PST
Soon after sunrise
The birds welcome a new day
A joyful chorus
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Nach Sonnenaufgang
Vögel begrüßen den Tag
In frohem Gesang
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Al salida del sol
Aves saludan el día
En coro alegre
Surigao del Norte,
the province of attraction and tourism,
a light and wealth of the nation before me,
seed of freewill and liberty.
The perfume of the gregarious sea breeze,
the sweet scent of the cheerful environment,
the calmness and never-ending beauty of tourism,
with daring music of my dreams,
will surely amuse the lovely guests.
Crystal water and the white sand of beaches,
exotic and strange portrayal of caves,
boundless and verdant mangroves trees,
rich soil of nickel and gold,
beauty brings endless amusement,
a place to live.
Heretofore, with gentle wind,
with tenor music of birds,
with mild waves on the lips of the shore,
a breathtaking crack of dawn,
with the embrace of morning dew,
and the entirety, racing to say,
welcome and good day!
Excerpt from the book: Whisper of Life
Read more writings of Cesar @ http://www.cesargealogo.com
I have been with you for two years I am not happy I am full of tears. So here is what I am going to do. I am going to ctrl alt del you out of my head just like that. All that we shared all that we had to gather even the gifts we gave each other. I am going to ctrl alt del them out of my memory nothing will be left of you. It is over I am going to ctrl alt del you out of my life. CTRL ALT DEL GOOD BY!
his eyes as we stroll
to the rainforest café. . .
bright flowers float by
for Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No.4 Poetry Contest
The last sigh of the Moor, King Boabdil,
As he flees the triumphant Ferdinand,
Echoes round slopes of a mist-shrouded hill.
He looks back for the last time at the land
That he once ruled. `Weep as a woman will,’
His mother jeers behind her jewelled hand,
`For what you would not defend as a man!’
He stares northwards as long as he can,
Marvelling at the distant snow-capped hills
Gently cradling the Alhambra’s walls,
Its towers, placid ponds, and sparkling rills,
Treasuring them. Later, when he recalls
This scene, he deems its loss the worst of ills
That ever befell him, and, saddened, falls
To yearning for water from those mountains
And the Generalife’s dancing fountains.
A tale as romantic as any told -
This Moorish palace of earthly pleasure,
Its red stone, now mellowed to pink and gold,
Is a wonder of the world to treasure.
Like Boabdil, I want to hoard and hold
Its magical light, and, for good measure,
The sound of Granada’s gurgling streams
In my mind to recall in pleasant dreams.
In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan
(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro
Duque Amusco – not in 1988, but in 1989, was awarded the « Premio Nacional de Poésia »
for 1989, on May 28, 1990. Bousono, as in these later free verse compositions, shows how
well he manages the long-breathed line, a clear contrast to the compact and elliptical earlier
verse, say, of the collection : Subida al amor. T. Wignesan)
The creatures of plenitude situated themselves holding their silence, the thrones of
inexplicability, exactly, therefore, in the very centre of the eye of the hurricane :
that doors be blown asunder, that windows be blown away,
that agonizing bodies in makeshift beds be smothered into oblivion,
half-dead widows, postmen who half-way in the act of delivering
the love letter which would definitely render us joyful,
the seat where the poor old grandmother was in the act of sitting
while sewing
the newly-born baby’s pony-tailed bonnet which turned around half-
way in the gusts,
the hurricane which uplifted love and all that was left of love :
letters, papers, leaves
of music,
lovers in coitus at the orgiastic acmé and the light,
when it began to dawn,
when the saxophone cleared its throat and commenced the beat of the
dance,
when everything on the stage in its place awaited the raising of the
curtain,
when the wedding was at the point of being consecrated, and the
priest was ready to offer his benediction : « el ite misa est »,
when within the following few moments the inexorable
ceremonial of the written formalities was about to be concluded
then, as I said,
and only then,
the hurricane unleashed its violence with rage, the incomprehensible
hurricane, and there stood still only the immoveable lucid eye,
separate, eminent, complete in its entire being, that by force of its
profundity had ascended to the exact point where it could
redeem its guilt,
the eye of reconciliation,
the eye of wisdom and suave serenity,
where the intact and silenced world sang
adorable and yet so beautiful without us,
necessary pretexts, notwithstanding, of its musical nature.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
knee-deep in flowing verdant grass,
near the creek beside
the hill,
carabao slowly feeds on freedom,
leisurely roams
at will.
on its massive back, white egret,
so delicately
slow-dances,
the feathers of its slender neck
the morning breeze
romances!
Grünes Paradies
Am Seitenarm der Mandau
Neben der Strasse
Helles Vogelgezwitscher
Aus den Sträuchern am Ufer
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Green paradise
At a side arm of the Mandau
So close by the street
Bright bird's twitter
From the shrubs at the shore
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Verde paraíso
Al ramal del Río Mandau
Cerca de la calle
Cantos vivos de pájaros
De los arbustos en la orilla
Dumpfer Trommelschlag
Der Balzruf des Auerhahns
Vom dichten Wald her
The muffled drumbeat
Mating call of the capercailzie
Across the thick woods
Golpe del tambor sordo
El celo del urogallo
Través del bosque denso
El dominio del alma
Una noche cualquiera sin ningún motivo he visto la luna y me ha nacido escribir pero no se que hacer la verdad dejare que mi subconsciente me domine y escriba lo que quiera……..mi miedo al futuro……chico tranquilo que se podría describir de un poco inquieto se apacienta su cuarto pensando mirando al techo de su cuarto perdiéndose en su mente y piensa solo en que será de él el día de mañana y casi siempre terminan llorando por el hecho de no saber por dónde empezar…..el párrafo nos relata una escena muy corta pero con el significado más profundo posible, la palabra INQUIETO con la cual comenzamos es de dar ha entender no en la parte física no en la parte mental por el hecho que la mente siempre tiene que estar en movimiento para el en su subconsciente, CUARTO es el punto esencial de la escena por que hay es donde los jóvenes más en soledad se encuentran normalmente es el había esencia para el pensamiento profundo en pocas palabras la escena real TECHO jajaja como parte esencial el hecho de que el mirar y dejar que la mente tome control del cuerpo y todo se sitúe en la mente para dejarla dejarla florecer DIA DE MAÑANA sin inventar sin saber sin conocer sin poder hacer nada LLORANDO cada gota tiene un significado que comienza desde bloques más adentro y siempre termina en el suelo sin importar Que y te preguntaras? De qué servirá todo esto pues la percepción va deriva por el hecho de las palabras son comunes entre los jóvenes por el hecho que estar mejor en su habita que es lo único que lo hace sentir seguro y el alma actúa cuando la mente le da ese permiso absoluto por eso siempre nos dicen que las lágrimas caen cuando están solas y se dicen que no son lágrimas normales si no lagrimas atrapadas por el hecho de no poder ser una solo persona en su cuarto, el había, la soledad, el dolor y las lágrimas son esa entra al alma que todos quisiéramos que nos controlara
Frase del día
Si la verdad no te hace sentir en paz será mejor que te olvides de tu alma por el hecho que el alma es la forma espiritual más real y verdadera que puedes alcanzar o estar preparado para el dolor de la verdad o estas en la tranquilidad de la mentira esperando ha que llegue a su fin
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