Best Suspired Poems

The twittering of the birds singsonged by 
As the mum night kissed the new spousal dawn
The daybreak entity by the beadsmen allegiance
Pour forth by the holy water along the river adorn.
Thrown by the kid, the pebble found by the street 
To the river, that splashed...

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A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic. 
An ecstatic jubilation bided...

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Truth, Falsehood, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Verdad, Mentira

Note: I've tried in vain to upload, since November 2, 2013, the following poem: "Words uttered in a subdued voice in order to constitute a dedication, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: Palabras dichas en voz baja...

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December susurrations mingle 
in this lissome isthmus

and our wispy Vespers,
these suspired planets

gossip along misty vistas
of silvery insinuations 
and hushed hints. 

The fractured lisps 
of elusive revelations
curl in the breeze, 

a gypsy veil 

between shivering lips
in the cusp 
of our trysting breaths.

Ascending daystars converse
in this lexis...

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I.

I am devastated by the fire and frost 
of these seasons between separation and divorce. 
No vindictive act quite cures the phantom pain 
that exists only in the emptiness.

II.
Dim capsules pad my senses
and brittle fruits amuse my tongue

rx inhibitions sewn into the folds 
of small...

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Thine was the glory -
When the sun rose one winter morning,
To love me, I relished myself and basked with my esteem,
I was abided by the greeting rays -
And I followed it, till my eyes seized me...
Thine was the glory -
I saw her at a glance...

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I linger beyond 
the rigid dormitories 
where wise, winter diplomats 
speculate over my weaknesses 
and vernal rites 
(as if I have no rights). 

Still I can hear the arguments 
staged as soliloquies 
by ancient wooden tongues 
and even though I bow, 
a humble green sprig,...

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        Redolent 
       moon bath 
      evaporates 
 force from my skin

     Rejuvenated
      closed eyes 
bubbly beam suspired....

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