Best El Poems

My feet are on solid ground,
for to the earth I am bound.
Though I hear river flowing
and see the full moon glowing -
a pie in star-studded sky -
I do not dream I may fly.
My feet are on solid ground.


July 7, 2021 for charles messina's Elemental Poetry...

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My melancholy turns to gold dust
in your soft and tender hands
upon your fingers I scatter my life
my love remains clasped in your hands
now I am a vial of cologne, emptied...

I yearn to see your lissome creeper
how it clings to cracks on the walk
well, just as...

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Look how they fall like angels to the earth!
But no soft landing down amongst those rocks.
Those devils on the bridge with gleeful mirth
Terrorised the townsfolk as wolves do flocks
Of sheep at lambing time. For all their worth,
They searched shuttered houses and smashed the locks
Of any...

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Zwischen dem Morgen und der Nacht 
fallen die Sterne in den Pazifischen Ozean.

Die ewige Sonne lässt die Wellen erklingen,
mit dem weichen Schaum leichten Schnees.

Die See singt Lieder des Vergessens,
von versunkenen Bäumen,
von leuchtenden Stränden,
von der Liebe.

Ich bin wie der Wind,
der den frischen und vollen Morgen berührt.

Der...

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Big Sur,
oak and redwood
and open chapparel,
fragile groves of bay & laurel-
run wild...

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Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If...

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Ein letztes Leuchten 
Abendsonne über der Stadt
Wie goldenes Laub

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A last gleam
Evening sun over the town
Like golden foliage

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Un último destello
Sol de la tarde sobre la ciudad
Como follaje de oro...

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the day awakes, beautiful morn,

the sun risen, a unique dawn

it's yellow rays, in earthly space

does cast on me, it's newest grace,

it reflects, shines, from east to west,

it's hands feel all, eyes see the rest,

what beauty seen by my two eyes?

that helps me more, to be...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
     as they drip with waxy and
  ...

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Estaba lleno el verano,
Estaba lleno el verano
de flores, de deseos
como un espejo de cristáles azules,
reflejando los sueños 
y el suave color del cielo,
estaba lleno el verano
con nuestro amor.

El color de las casas 
antiguas de Oxford,
limpias como después
de una lluvia de leche,
blancas y maravillosas.

Estaba lleno el...

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Der Sommer wie er einst war,
bleibt unvergessen
und zwischen Rosenranken 
ruht ein Hauch vergang'ner Tage,
wie leichter Tau 
auf stillem Morgengras

Der Sommer wie er einst war,
ich ungezwungen,
wir Kinder, 
zwischen Häuserecken 
und dem fernen Wald,
spielten dort Nachlauf 
und Verstecken

Ich seh' den Sommer wie er war,
mit neuen Augen.
Und wieder...

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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...

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Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador
  The pride of his native-state, Ecuador
    He'd flash his red cape
    The bull would go ape
  After each pass, the fans shouted, 'Encore!'

  One time Pedro let the bull...

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How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members 
moved to a...

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Encage us we are of collective souls
Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls
Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans 
in torture dungeons, in faraway lands                  ...

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