Long Argentine Poems
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The clumps of climbing cotton clouds
float slowly away, brushing the azure arena
of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe
in the glimmer of the blue bay,
as through the amber twilight gleam
they all fly to the auburn nests,
while September ushers the aura of autumn
with chromatic kaleidoscope of splendor.
In the lucent edge of the sunburst sky,
the halcyon horizon splits the sunbeam spray
into the spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues spilling from its palette
colors the canvas of the dainty dawn.
Bowed down slender blades
of fawn grass rise and sway in the crisp air
on the cradle of the mellow meadow.
The pasture wears the crafted crown
of topaz dew, flickering with pearly flair
of the shining dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path,
the dry trunks of the sepia trees
stand on the sienna soil turning fallow,
hear in the rustle of the golden leaves
the autumn’s footfall, striding slow.
As the scarlet sunset sets fire
in the fading satin sky, making a surreal collage
of vermillion ember, glowing bright,
under its crimson radiance
I wait with the spirit soaring high
to greet the sapphire stars,
sprouting in the pellucid autumn night.
Swathed by the argentine moon dust of delight,
I long to be suffused with September rhapsody.
You were the mesmeric moon for me,
gleaming in the cradle of the argentine night,
slithered in the silken sky I called mine,
a turquoise trail you traced in my heart.
Thunder clouds surged from the edge of night,
the debris of the splintered sky swathed me.
I saw you retreat through the glare of anguish lightning,
searing the strewn fragments of my cracked heart.
In the resplendent hours of the rising sun,
I painted with fervent fervor,
on the blank canvas of my mind, your flushing face,
sedately smiling, the eyes sparkling with my dream.
I travelled through the tempest of tough times,
that destroyed everything I made,
but arose from the ruins, retrieved the painting
from the recess of the mangled memory.
Your unsplit smile was saved with all its splendor,
my yearning shined in your eyes as ever,
devoid of ravaging sign the stroke of time inflicts,
although I found the canvas cracked.
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March 6, 2023
Contest : Cracked
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
Happiness is found
Happiness is found, right there in your smile
dazzling me with those pearly whites
makes me want to linger for a little while.
Happiness is found, in your loving embrace
arms wrapped around my body tight
your warmth permeates, leaves it's trace.
Happiness is found, in your passionate kiss
sipping red lips like fine Argentine wine
fireworks explode on starlit nights like this
Happiness is found, in the twinkle of your eyes
the pleasantness of your laughter, it holds me
captive, as me you entangle and tantalize
Happiness is found, whenever you're around
makes my heart sing a new love song, for my
happiness was lost, but now, with you it's found.
John Derek Hamilton
August 22,2016
The opaque grains of darkness drizzle silently
from the curved cauldron of the seamless sky,
the silver embroidered satin tapestry rolls out
from the cornucopia of the falling night,
as the twilight sequins dissolve in azure ambiance.
The music of silence echoing from the nocturnal sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one,
designs the enticing lattice of amorous crown.
The moonbeam motif distils the stellar tinsels,
makes drifting dream of you for me.
The dust of radiance drips in the mystique night
from the crystalline bowl of the blooming stars.
The twinkling trance is thus designed
for our love to serenade in the night garden,
with the symphony of silver starshine.
The luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining like the stars of clarity
in the enlightened transmuted trajectory,
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss.
The gleaming pearls of euphoria in argentine night,
make the gossamer image of passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the notion,
everything has a time to come and go,
like the inspiring instants of effervescent stardust ecstasy.
I saw him in these illusioned scenes
Being so sensual and yet very keen
Oh this Argentine police officer really captures my heart
His eyes are like snowflakes
I am falling… gently…
Into his amor trap.
Feeling, accepting his presence
In these boulevard of imaginative dreams..
Heart arrests…
Prisoned to this love
I can’t breathe…
Could you be my love life’s forever sentry?
Or all I’ve got is just a misery
These feelings which require bravery
Oh, how will you know?
If I would never tell.
This feeling inside of me
Which somehow brings felicity
In these series of illusions
My heart is in the room of illuminations..
What if I will tell?
Probably, what will you feel?
Will it make you merry?
Or just move you to become angry?
Oh, this Argentine Police Officer
Come, capture me
Imprison me in your love..
And I would never flee
AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”
(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez”
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)
a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson squares off with an ash tree riding the sky
the flag of our fathers dancing in center field poised to fly
“honey, I hope you like these seats here in the bleachers
you can see Bedford on the phone looking for preachers
an endless parade of white-walled tires scurrying on by
can you smell the Nathan’s dogs downstairs on hot rye
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”
“Una mujer negra se asoma en el teatro de Buenos Aires”
Argentine goddess with roots in the dark seeping prairies
musically squeezes the brass ring as the black cloud dries
“Rita Montero, you are as lovely as your sweet empanada pies
your wonderful sidewalks through gardens of lapacho trumpets
please come sit with me here, to talk and to eat these crumpets
to speak of your forever glissandos and sad asado whispers
your electric shadows finding humble graces at vespers
retrieving lost spaces from opera teachers and stupid men
to step forward again with singing eyes and a ballpoint pen
Rompiste la puerta blanca maloliente!”
please Rita meet me in Córdoba next wednesday”
she sits in her bleacher seat with a Nathan’s dog on hot rye
“honey, I hope we can see Jackie Robinson hit a deep fly
high up into the airy Brooklyn blue arching yet over Bedford
the democrats in section seven will applaud the proud leopard
Rita Montero, I can see her in the grandstand behind Shotton
she is giving absolution for all the skin sins now long forgotten
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”
THE MESMERIC MOON
The silver disc of the luminous full moon ascends,
creeping silent on satin slope of the serene sky.
Enticing cadence of the dancing moonbeam
flows through the aura of argentine night.
Rhapsody rolls on waves of the sapphire sea
as they dance with floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial charisma descends with ethereal elan,
flooding me with the tide of the swelling emotion.
The euphoria of the moon strewn on ebullient sea
I hold in cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Through the mystique shroud of stardust sheen
laced by silver tinsel the liquid lunar orb I see.
It morphs into a shimmering face rippling
in my dreaming eyes, I see your alluring smile
at the fringe of my heart, so near yet so far away,
glowing in beckoning beam of the mesmeric moon.
March 6, 2019
SEASONS
Sizzling Sun in Summer
to hit hot hammer
Dry field ! Anxious farmer.
Bubbling passion in amour.
Who is season's king ?
That is gorgeous Spring.
Colourful flowers to bring.
Cheerful birds to sing
Appearing auburn amazing Autumn.
Glossy luster to welcome.
Fresh environ shows charm.
Splendour on sky album.
With Argentine snow enters
cool calm chilled Winter.
Misty night darkens faster.
Abloom snowdrops in cluster.
When the starless nights are bleakly opaque,
and the sunless days desolately misty,
to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze
in the miasma of misery isn’t easy.
When the garden of flowers turn fawn,
and the pasture grass russet,
the secret tears fill the sea of psyche
for the decrepit hopes to drown.
When the relegated road to travel is long,
and the gifted time fleetingly finite,
my fretful furtive mind
searches for the sensuous perception
of insightful introspection.
The pathway then turns transiently into
the conduit of consciousness,
carving the course of its own.
I saunter steadfast upbeat
in the corridor of sanguinity
to reach resolute the desired destination.
I don’t measure the senseless span
of collapsed space, and deceptive time,
take the tacit route of acuity
across the stardust-swathed argentine nights,
and the sunburst-sequined dazzling days.
I don’t ask the purpose of the journey,
for I won’t ever know,
but wander in the valley of flowers,
and in the dew-donned mesmeric meadow.
I don’t sink hope in the abyss of despair,
but travel with myself content
in the sanguine segment of the new road,
I pave in the time present,
kindle in my onyx mind
the candle of contemplation,
and in its reflection in the mirror of sagacity
I see the self-designed walkway
meander to the timeless realm of bliss.
Splitting open the rough rocky ledge of my garden,
a sapling grows at the edge of the broken pathway.
A lone bud blooms unnoticed with the color of spring
within my heart with the alluring fervor of florid love.
You waft past me on the wings of zooming zephyr,
blowing a sensuous storm of passion through me.
I hold the ruffled petals close to my confused heart,
lest they fly away to the obscure recess of wilderness.
Drenched in the diffused drizzle of twilight shimmer,
you walk away from the withered garden once green.
Your stride of neglect tramples unaware the flower,
its crumpled petals swathe my disarrayed heart.
On the splendorous crown of my halcyon heart,
shimmering with the silver sheen of the argentine night,
you gleam suffused with the sequins of mesmeric moon.
I try to feel the tempting touch of your elusive charisma,
but you glide away out of my sight like the autumn cloud,
across my articulated sky I’ve carved only for you.
Down the verdant vale of my cascading heart,
your footprints trace the trail of disappearing desire.
As I walk on the deserted garden path going nowhere,
the remains of my love languish in psychic wilderness,
longing for the enthralling embrace of the stardust,
drizzling with the patina of your grace, I see tarnished.
From the ebony edge of the opaque night falling stealthily,
storm clouds surge with flashing thunders of tearing strife,
splinter my sky studded with the shards of dream.
From beneath the dispersed debris of distraught desolation,
I perceive my depressed yearning discern the chaos in my heart.