Best Jorge Poems
dreamlike blue tiger
casts shadow onto grey sand –
marengo color
Inspired by "Blue Tigers" (“Tigres azules”) story by Jorge Luis Borges.
12.07.2019
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"Serpentine"
Give a woman enough rope
and She’ll show you
what hanging’s worth
the life coiled around
a body of work
could be misconstrued
serpentine
She draws from the rock
like it's Her cornerstone
creation
sexuality
fertility
the life force
of our
ever spinning planet
serpentine
like it’s Her cornerstone
the conscience, conscious
In The Dreaming
It speaks
Its tongues
She listens
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Serpentine.
"I am not even dust. I am a dream..."
(Jorge Luis Borges)
COPLA UNO: This Bad Guy World - in all seriousness
[The entire sequence of 114 coplas: “This Bad Guy World”, dedicated to Jorge MANRIQUE, 1440?-1479. I give here in translation his third “copla à pied quebrado” in Arte Menor metre:
“Coplas a la muerte de su padre” (Coplas on the death of his father) -
Our lives are like rivers
that empty into the sea
……..where we expire:
There the lordly peers
come to their final spree
……..and no more transpire;
There gushing rivers swell
and others less imposing
……..and the rivulets
All arrive at the same sea level
those who toil with hands living
……..and the fortunates
Translated, December 2013, Paris by T. Wignesan
COPLA 114 CONCLUSION : This Bad Guy World
The way Evil triumphs in this World
What lies in store must be much worse :
Yet Evil serves
Toddler gods in this Grand Plan make so bold
As to usurp Laws of Universe –
Get what each deserves :
The turntable of three Continents
The cradled civilizations
There end should come
And so must these Manriquenas’ contents
Be the homage of my supplications :
By/My Death overcome
© T. Wignesan – September 22, 2014
The entire series of COPLAS de pie quebrado dedicated to the XVth Century Spanish poet, Jorge MANRIQUE
I am a Diehard Cubs fan
Tried and true
I wear cubbies Royal
And I bleed Cubbies Blue
I grew up watching Ernie,Billy and Santo
Ryno, Grace,and Leon
Were all my Heros.
Later it was Sosa, Maddux and Wood
They all lived through the heartbreak
From a team that never could.
Today I watch and smile
Tears run down my face
2016 is the year
My Cubbies are First Place.
Rizzo, Jake and Javi
Kris, and Dexter, Albert
Addy, Ross and Schwarber
Wilson, Edwards, Coghlan
Grimm, Heyward, Lackey
Montero, Mike, Rondon,
Jorge, Pedro, Travis
Aroldis,Zobrist, Maddon
This team have finally done it
Brought the trophy home
For all our family who are gone
They spent their life teaching us
Never to give up, be strong
To Wait till next year
When our magic numbers up
You finally did it guys
The talk of curse is gone
Forever in our hearts you'll be
The team who got it done
World Champion Cubs 2016
White smoke, white smoke,
Voting is over for the new pope,
It’s a sign of our great victory,
Memorable moments in the history.
People are rejoicing today,
Watching live stream on T.V.
What a lovely sight to see,
Congratulations!! We are so happy!!
Millions of people are excited and waiting,
Can hear them clapping and shouting,
Around the world are celebrating this day
For the Pope's powerful messages to say
March 14, 2013
(^____^)
I am watching a live stream of a newly elected Pope at the Vatican City
Jorge Mario Cardinal Bergoglio, 76, from Argentina is the new pope, the Vatican has announced. He chose the name Francis.
she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite
plying the beach ramada to ramada
at times she sits with me
lowering the basket from her head
her clothes are worn, patched
i roll eggs, beans, chorizo into a tortilla
hand it away, she always accepts
then throwing her arm over the chair
she begins the badinage
i understand little sometimes
others, far too much of humanities plight
i too throw my arm over the chair
rattle slowly in my aspiring Spanish
making verbal notes of words
similar in English and Spanish
she teaches verbs, vernacular
we share more than just language
if you would stand afar
you would think us old friends
lost in the chatter of complaints
news, reminiscing, and aren't we
the same expressions, gestures
friends in small talk
sharing a similar nature
delivering the points quite well
it is a beautiful day
we are happy to be alive
sharing breakfast, languages
she returns to her vending
soon Isabella will be by
with my freshly baked banana bread
Jorge will drop off the tamales
sometime this afternoon
and i will have gone to the bank
for money, Maria's children
are in need of school clothes
i return to the waves rolling in
watching the pelicans
riding the uplift provided by the surf
this is what i need, not poetry readings
life is a continuous poetry affair
that moves thru existence on wings
of opportunity to grasp it
cherish its every moment
neuropathways accompanying Death
in little smiles, no one hears
San Blas 91
The band's trumpeting out the Bose
A dozen red roses for thirteen chicas
In that old cantina
Looks like one's left cold
But it's colder still out that
Crooked oval door
As Jorge keeps 'em entertained
With his liquid tambourine
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
He played that song 'til the early morn
The man of her dreams hails a cab
She smiles all the way back home
What a night it was
All the things they'd done
The excitement wakes her
As she rolls over to kiss her lover
And finds he never hit the hay
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
Did he always have to leave
Her this way
Alone and confused
Where did they depart
She'd go back yet another time
To try and find the man
Who has her heart
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
A poem to close your eyes
"I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts a second, or perhaps less; I am not sure how many birds I saw. Was the number of birds definite or indefinite? The problem involves the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite, because God knows how many birds I saw. If God does not exist, the number is indefinite, because no one can have counted. In this case I saw fewer than ten birds (let us say) and more than one, but did not see nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, or two birds. I saw a number between ten and one, which was not nine, eight, seven, six, five, etc. That integer—not-nine, not-eight, not-seven, not-six, not-five, etc.—is inconceivable. Ergo, God exists."
Jorge Luis Borges
I
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
as the night befalls,
an angel or a creature.
I smell like pricked stems of roses,
silently gnawing in your ears.
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
backless,
flipping leaves
stuck in my throat,
they rattle,rattle, rattle
like a strange broken toy.
II
The dagger of the day dazzles
pierced pale lids dangling in the balance,
attentive, the birds stopped their crying,
light and shadow.
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
an escort gifted with an angel's voice.
wide-eyed, what I?
My name is Shannon Gilbert,
-envoy-
the birds have taken flight.
Happy Birthday baby.
I wish you the very best.
I want to give you my heart,
give you my eternal rest.
My only goal in life,
is your maximum happiness.
Yet you continue to reject it,
as if a virus to your soul.
Truth is you deserve better then me.
You deserve someone there,
who can satisfy your every need,
and not feel guilty for doing so.
I try.
I’m trying to give you everything.
for you deserve the entire world,
no
you deserve the universe.
A basket of fresh picked daises.
A box full of assorted chocolates.
A man to open the door for you.
A person to wake up next to.
Anyone other then me.
I wish to show you,
to show you how much I care.
To spend every last penny.
To ship a new closet to you.
To be able to feel your touch.
To show you
Your smile.
It’s like a sliver of heaven,
seeing it reminds me life is good.
Forcing a smile of my own.
Something only an angel can do.
Your eyes.
I don’t know how to describe them.
Every time I study them,
I get lost in an evergreen forest,
never wanting to leave.
Your hair.
Flowing with the magnificence of a newborn fawn,
galloping through a fresh field of wheat.
Not looking for anything but just…
being naturally majestic.
Your shyness.
Hiding behind everything in sight,
like a newborn kitten afraid of the world.
Though you think it is a weakness,
It is one of your greatest traits.
Your voice.
No amount of words can summarize,
what comes to mind when I hear you speak.
For mind mind draws a blank,
as if my ears are hearing pure bliss from a goddess.
I love you Katelyn.
Forever and Always.
I wish I could do more for your birthday,
to show you how much I love you.
Happy Birthday Princess,
I love you with all my heart
With more love,
Jorge
Dr. Clement Moloch professes in torture.
He is always accompanied by Claire, his sister.
Moloch performs clandestine operations for governments.
He is responsible for the torture and death of insurgents.
Holland is journalist Jorge Hidalgo’s friend.
Holland learned Jorge’s life came to an end.
The doctor killed Jorge with high voltage electricity.
Senor Hidalgo was another victim of the doctor’s killing spree.
Hector Lomelin informs Holland of the predicament.
Lomelin attempts to talk Holland out of retirement.
Holland refuses, but later changes his mind.
Dr. Moloch is someone assassin Holland must find.
Holland learns Moloch and his sister are in Central America.
Moloch has been hired by the government of Guatemala.
There are several bodyguards protecting the doctor.
Moloch even has the aid of the American ambassador.
Holland takes out his targets one by one.
He is very adept with both the knife and the gun.
If you are wondering how this escapade will end,
all I have to say is, “See the movie, friend”.
Based on the 1984 film “The Evil That Men Do”.
In the folds of the hills
Where the concern lies
And houses are put in the inclined land
The old lady, Manuel's mother
Of Jorge and Isabel
Lived Jaime and Isabel
Lived Jorge and Amanda his wife
Lived the widow of Roberto
The widow's teenager
lived Felipe and Luis
Lived Alejandra
Until the February fire.
Now they live in another fold.
Greg Focker was always an awkward man,
only fiancée Pam could understand-
Jack would be his in-law,
and soon baby’s Pawpaw,
retired CIA in all the land.
The Focker’s housekeeper was Isabel,
rumors Greg had an affair and didn’t tell-
Had a spawn named Jorge,
from Greg’s roll in the hay,
in young puppy love dear Greg Focker fell!
Suspicious Jack kept his eye on Greg’s life,
since his daughter Pam would be his sweet wife-
Don’t mess with government,
they show no sentiment,
he made Greg’s days full of torment and strife.
Jack decides to give Greg ol’ truth serum,
knowing sorry Greg really did fear him-
Blurts out Pam is pregnant,
that wasn’t his whole intent,
but did angry Jack really hear him?
Turns out Jorge wasn’t really Greg’s son,
ends up marrying Pam, had lots of fun-
Jack will always despise,
but so soon realize,
for his daughter Greg was the perfect one!
Favorite Comedy Movie Poetry Contest
I chose: "Meet the Fockers"
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March 2, 2018
Jorge Mario Bergoglio
as part of his midnight portfolio
denounced the hedonist
that Porsche, you can't seriously say it is missed.
I’m not a miracle worker and I can’t promise you much. I can’t make the words go away. I can’t make you love yourself. I can’t give you an appetite to eat. I can’t just magically make you sleep. I can’t turn back time and magically explain what happened between now and then. I know there’s a lot of light outside and I can’t dim the lights but I got a room you can hide in. Anything outside I can bring it to you. I can’t turn down the volume I know the outside world can get really loud but we can close the windows. What I can do is I can wait right here with you until you’re ready. We can talk all day or I can just sit here and be silent. I could be across the room, a few towns over, or right next to you. We can play games or listen to music. You can use my face to practice your makeup or if you need to hit something I’ll be there. We can do whatever you want just as long as you know when we leave the room and we re-enter the world we’re going to do it together and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll skip school, tell my parents I’ll see them later. I’ll bring some movies, my laptop, and junk food, I got entertainment or I can just sit here and talk to you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing but throughout the duration of you feeling this way I’m going to be right here until you feel better and when you’re ready, you and I will re-enter the world together. Ok? Just before you do anything let me know.
-Jorge