Best Los Poems

polishing pieces
                               fragments of a broken brain

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Die Scherben des Lebens lassen sich nicht kitten.  (German)

The shards of the life cannot be cemented.  (English)

Los fragmentos de la vida no se puede enmasillar.  (Spanish)

Les éclats de vie ne peu pas être à nouveau ensemble.  (French)

I frammenti di vita non...

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After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side- 
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight...

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SONNET FOR LOS CAMPITOS TEAM
Orinoco flow to Andean peaks, the nation
Protests the chaos suffering and pain
Yet once more you young pilgrims made migration
To this distant shore from 'cross the Spanish Main
Not for refuge nor self-centred better life
But to represent beloved land with pride
Led with wisdom...

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Dream girl
dream of life

In this deep pale night
I open to you my soul

I wish to share 
this mystery called love

Imagine a love
alive and radiant

Larger than life
an endless blue sky

Blessed would be
the earth, the sun
the air we breathe

All of this
just because you are alive

All the wounds
of...

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Viva la Cordillera de los Andes by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

       Long Live! The Andes Mountain Range!

	I’m seized with a mad rage to yell
	long live the Andes Mountain Range
	may the Costa Mountain Range lie low slain

	The reason...

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An inebriated vixen promoted duress
as she and George played "Get the Guests."
A fractured malevolence mirroring Macbeth
resulted in her first-born's death.
Atop his imagined coffin, a snapdragon rests.



Author's Note:

Vignette inspiration:
Play - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962)
Playwright - Edward Albee...

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City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?)
It's not quite capturing it, never the depth...

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Vor den Augen der Nacht
Verschwimmt die Einsamkeit
So ganz tränenlos

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The  loneliness blurrs
In front of the eyes of the night
Completely without tears

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Antes de los ojos de la noche 
Se desvanesce la soledad
Así sin lágrimas...

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Living in the city of lights
One among many Angels in flight 
Souls that connect, artists we are

Always a place to converse with a star
Never boring or lonely because 
Gravity pulls us together with buzz 
Everything moving in fast pace
Life is simply a beautiful race 
Engraved...

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Underneath the stars and moon,
cast the runic stones tonight,
invoke the ancient spirits
with fires lit for magic rite.

We claver with all lost souls,
and cajole in joyful voice
of fiestas for the dead
the year ahead songs rejoice

As the Sun God bids farewell,
in darkness dwells 'til winter's birth,
and light...

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Mountains glow like amber
As being lit by an eternal fire
The sun sets slowly

Andean peaks embedded in clouds
Shadows spread  on ancient sands




Berge glühen wie Bernstein
Wie durch ein ewiges Feuer entfacht
Die Sonne geht langsam unter

Anden Gipfel eingebettet in Wolken
Schatten  ergießen sich auf altem Sand




Las montañas...

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Around the corner in an alley
Behind a run-down diner
On a nameless Los Angeles street

Two strangers converge slowly on
The appointed location where 
Their mutual connection set a meet

On their first point of contact
An explosive reaction that
Produced something violent and divine

They continued their encounters
Coupling, colliding, entwining, dividing
Nearly...

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BERLIN AIRLIFT .1948-49
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;

those were the days! Berlin was in a bind
you still had all your tan from South of France
and in...

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                                            Grimy...

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