The vastness of space is a fascinating enigma;
It mesmerizes everyone who falls into it.
If you fall once, then you will begin to sink.
Nature has fabricated the universe into a paradise,
Even if it accommodates hazards, it reveals the magic.
Similarly, a plant requires a flower for beauty,
Space requires astronauts to view its charms.
Like a beautiful newborn baby every day,
Beautiful newborn celestials every time.
At night, the brightening surface of the moon
Shows how much love spreads when we try to grasp it!
The relationship between astronaut and space flows,
An undefined phenomenon aligning them.
Seeing every star twinkling,
An astronaut's heart twinkles frequently.
As Russia launched Sputnik to explore wonders in space,
The curiosity of the USA led to the launch of Colombia
To view the amazement of space.
As the lion is the king of the jungle,
Similarly, the great space center NASA is the one
That possesses a peak position in eternity!
What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
What purple folds keep Oaxaca
As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
To let a vessel dredge by.
No courier have I on hand
Except the initial breezes that blow
So a whisper I channel into it:
Give to Colombia my hello.
Natalia Andrea Larranaga Fajardo
Here lies one who died pitifully
She would have sought anonymity,
But publicity stole away her privacy
She threw herself off a ship at sea.
Trying to salvage her favorite flip-flops
And got sucked into the vessel’s props.
Written December 4, 2022
[as reported by San Andres, Colombia
newspaper on November 27, 2022]
Each morning the curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun ..
I dragged myself in slow motion from my slumber and painfully washed my face , this took hours and days to wash the darkness away ...
and it was still only 9am
my thoughts on the mountain I had to climb that day , to finally reach the top .
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror and I am back in my bed again like Groundhog Day , each morning my curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun and it began again, the darkness of the abyss dragging me into its pit ... that was the journey of my soul for a few years and a bit..
I would watch the water flow from my tap ... and think .. look look at the wonder and miracle of that ...
I would taste the finest coffee and walk the mountains of Colombia in my mind and this very thought would help me on my way .. up the mountain we climb x
The sweetness of chocolate , a heavenly pleasure , a taste of grace , though my spirit may have been tortured I am grateful for the emergence and pleased to be awake .
Without a little bit in their morning cup,
most people find it difficult to wake up.
Before leaving the house and heading for work,
they put a scoop in the pot and let it perk.
Making a quantity of the homemade brew,
is what most morning risers will do.
Nearly all the ground beans come from South America,
specifically from nations like Brazil and Colombia.
Just remember when you consume your quantity each day,
the beans to make your beverage came a long, long, way!
as if on death
row asking what
last meal before
the eternal
flight
what better
in Colombia
then Mexican
where i can
still use my
bad
Spanish
i just
paid
more
for a
glass
of wine
then i did
to gain entry
into the modern
museum of art
Cartagena
Colombia
twenty
twenty
from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly
into a
restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp
for i
i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico
and even
the wine was
from Italy so
after paying
my bill
instead
of using
the usual
gracias i just
had to say
grazie
Hello friends and future friends. I hope my
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd.
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is;
so if you are looking for this form, I'm sorry
to disappoint. I haven't posted in awhile, and
perhaps it may be a bit instead of me just
blurting out my mind through my mouth.
I just got vack from a recent trip to
Cartagena, Colombia and have been
writing a collection.
I am going to title it "poems from a broard";
the broad in this case is mi Musa Melissa.
(Maureen, Melissa said you are beautiful
and kept saying "weeeeee" [your last comment]
Presently I am trying to organize poems that
I wrote on my trip as well as a lot written in the
airport waiting to reluctantly leave Cartagena.
Please por favor keep in mind that I would like
to present this as if a book; but know only 10
poems for a period of 24 hours.; so hang in
there with me and I will start to share.
Thanks to all the folks I have met here,
and the folks I hope to meet. Blessings!!!
when this poem title
is used with "she
received her..."
it is a
negative
but i'm not
writing about
comeuppance but
about her sweetness
so should she be
a pie or cake or
something
other to call her
yet a pastry all
the same
now i must admit
that i've given up
coffee and so
the tradition
of ending
a menu
with
a
cup and
a dessert
doesn't work
for me any more
but the more i know
her i know the more i
need her and the irony
is she's from Colombia
so
like a train
i cough
coffee
coffee
coffee
building e
nough to steam
milk foam for a
cappuccino
but for me
those
days
are
over but
when you
think that
your youth
is spent
or gone
and went
remembering
i had a baby
tooth until i
was thirty
two or one
but i had
one but
maybe
it was
thirty
three
but no
that don't
seem to agree
with me thinking
that perhaps that
was my sweet tooth
so they
tried to take
her away from
me before she was
to
be
my
me
lt
in
g
dis heart
i'm confused
not knowing
where to go
what to do
my compass
needle sticks
out reading
south by
south
west
but
google map
and my gps
suggest
another
place
as
to
where
the X
may be
yet directing
me are directions
that are directionally
my instincts telling me
you are
exactly
where
you are
meant
to
be
but by my
calculations
with sexton and
star eyed gazing
the Americas weren't
discovered by Columbus
so Colombia isn't spelled
with
a "u"
Carbonemys (Greek for "coal turtle")
Pronounced: car-BON-eh-miss
I am a Carbonemys, a podocnemidid,
An extinct side-necked turtle.
I lived fifty-eight to
Sixty million years ago
During the middle Paleocene period
In swamps of Northeastern Colombia
On the South American continent.
I grew close to ten feet in length
And weighed one ton.
I had a large sized capacious shell.
With my powerful jaws I ate
Comparably sized mammals and reptiles,
Including crocodylians.
I could not retract my head into my shell
Since my neck was too long.
Instead, I bent my neck to one side
So that it laid against my body
And under the ridge of my carapace.
My greatest fear,
Being eaten by a Titanoboa,
A one-ton prehistoric snake.
standing
thumb out
pointing south
sign saying
Colombia
hitch
hiking
sick
of hiking
all these
years
getting
no where
still
standing
here
here
comes
a car
now
stopping
the driver
dressed
as a clown
i turned it down
#1:
synapses firing
my closed eyes see July 4th
please just let me sleep
#2:
my mind's still working
stop thought but think only of sleep
find Colombia
#3:
my wife hid the gun
not mine but the other one
i don't have bullets
Ofelio
lives in a box
in a basement
in a house
in a city
in Colombia
not knowing
he's a turtle
never
seeing another
other
turtle
head hidden
in his shell
selling
himself off
as if
sleeping
but he's
peeking
at a moto
trying to find
how to climb
like the gato
once seated
on the seat
he turns the key
now moving faster
then his feet
he dreamily drives
out
of Cali
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