Pálida, quedó la Luna,
por la decepción.
Pero sé,
q alumbrara aún-
está y las mil
noches qué restan.
Ella seguirá filtrándose
por la persiana
de la alcoba.
Los árboles,
jugosos de fruta
y hoja verde,
qué alimentaban
siempre a los dos--
con la sequía
de tú ausencia--
yo se qué no
sé desplomaran.
Tús pertenecías,
junto a poecias
q ardían de pasión,
con rosas
marchitadas--creo yo,
secaron de dolor.
Saqué para borrar
tú rastro y huella--
del armario.
Juntó
todo lo heche--
en el
mismo,
despiadado
bolso,
de tú adiós---
para qué por ti--
me prohíba, llorar.
DEEP DOLOR
Sudden debut of whirling gust
Garden got covered with dense dust.
Burden of bygone days still lasts.
Clouds almost ready to burst.
Loud thunderbolts boldly blast.
Proud memories pricked from past.
Fast flying birds flew far leaving sky.
Last phase of mine tending to sigh.
Past grievances sad to say ‘Why?’
Terrible turmoil on thrust.
Horrible heavy rains to start.
Plausible claim from deprived heart.
Me just helpless passing through plight.
She is far away, out of sight.
Plea in vain to reach her this night.
Tears in ceaseless showers to pour.
Piercing heart sonorous storms roar.
Steers in despondence, deep Dolor.
08/22/22
Three rhyming lines in each stanza.
Also first words in each line to rhyme.
looked energized after the therapy
spoke loud and fast with so many teeth in his mouth
a victory-like stance
raised the coffee cup like a trophy
mocked that the coat was not a shroud
through the window I looked at the trees on the street
shook in the fierce wind of that afternoon
she kept fooling herself
I'm very good I'm so strong I'm going to win
the night fell cruel and treacherous
mercilessly spread their shadows over us
I listened for hours to the soft cry
the moans and sobs coming from the room
later, you already know
the silence and everything else
today again you came to mind
I miss when I didn't miss you...
(there's a lake and a raspberry grove where you are
your body shines and plays in the crystal clear water
how beautiful and warm is the sun that illuminates your eternity!)
no, nothing,
to this tasteless gray day
that the calendar dissimulated with bright colors
but it was old news,
something about the evils that wouldn't bloom
or other fallacies lies traps.
we saw the face of fate
and he cries a sour pain,
jaws carved with blades,
sad and shy red eyes
of who is about to happen,
he,
the destiny.
Cleft palate ill-fated
splitting inside us,
a hidden betrayal
—memory’s scar
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
black white keys
cowed in pain and hurt
great and deep
years of dreams
sear by one's blind trust
spent by age
5/10/2020
visual 1
FLOW WITH THE COLLOM LUNE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Dolor ebbs valor
As I sob in deep midnight darkness,
bleeding tears of his betrayal make me drown...
Lose way in whirlpool of incessant thoughts,
I leap to cut through and through,
Subtle desires breathe last..
Ecstatic beats can't help muffle down,
rhyming hearts no more send melody,
some broken beads of diffused parody,
Plucked strings snuff my clown.....
The bruises on soul
silently traipse abysmal,
blackness I embrace
ferrying the albatross,
Bane of dolor ebbs valor.
Written Sept 6th, 2016
For poetry contest "Challenge- write one"
Sponsor- Broken wings
This thing is feeding on me
I don't know, I feel it.
I know how bad it is
It turn my life hell
My girl is gone away
I find none,
but memories to wet my face.
I don't feel free, my heart is blacked.
This thing is feeding on me
I feel it, I die beneath.
piano dolor comes again
the sweet sounds of home and pain
simple and baked
forlorn weasels
snatch surprise from eternity
lights and a burning house
of love inked in light
remembered first fond
-led sex into dark apart
-ments singed with black
mold the clay footsteps
hands stretched long into
arms of sleep deified
tears and stitched beat
-itudes elude the scratch
-y silence between wo
-rds a cord dangles metal
-lic sliver shimmer sleek
behind lips a soul writes…..
freed
-oms…
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