Best Pedro Poems

"For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." Pedro Calderon de la Barca

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Atacama, Eden of winds,
flower of abandoned rocks and of sapleter,
homestead of flamingoes and geysers,
and above all ,
below an azure sky,
mountains are carrying on their tops...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say...

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JAFFNA MY JAFFNA
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All I could see from where I am now,
Jaffna my birth place,
Core of my heart.
So I took my thoughts six decades back,
And saw...

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Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the...

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Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador
  The pride of his native-state, Ecuador
    He'd flash his red cape
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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of...

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Writer at a table

Recreating love in poem

About a girl he meet

With tattoos on her chest

At a local bar in San Pedro


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As the morning carries different bird song
My body stirs from its cozy slumber, begone
Aloft to the mountains volcanized hard crest
Dark clouds beat upon its jagged...

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School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done,
when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun.
We’d trained our...

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HURRICANE HATTIE                       ...

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Don Coto's..

 face smiles no more
 Only in memory
 Paving the way for others
 with dreams and aspirations
 Arriving at these shores 
 To prosper...

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The Amistad Mutiny

Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in...

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28 Cracks In The Ceiling


I take my red-inked dagger in hand
And succinctly spew its secrets for all to see.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I...

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