Long Brillo Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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Un alma de noche                               ...

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Porkpie Jones has brittle bones, and crusted corn-filled toes,

And sleety eyes and bulgy thighs, and brillo pad elbows,

His underarms are typical farms, and reek a barnyard smell,

Its quite the place for creepy, crawly, parasites ...

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I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. I can say that with aplomb
I wore a blue brocade tux with a top hat and cane to my junior/senior prom.

I once let a beautician curl my...

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VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu...

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CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will...

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A parasympathetic parody in a par is neither equivalent to a vineyard crushed into a jar or a hammock in a cartwheeling car in a traffic jam. Human hypothesis having heaped havoc. And mackerel make...

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VELA 

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser ...

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Estoy perdido, lo único que recuerdo son columnas caer, las mismas que en un momento nos mantuvieron a flote.
Cada mañana, Cuando miro al espejo, Siento que algo se esconde detrás de él. ¿Eres tú? Muchacha...

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BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.

If...

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BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.

If...

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BELTAINE (English and 
Spanish Translation)
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what...

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BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.

If...

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You've read my rant from yesterday
About those Christmas Letters
But one thing just disturbs me
Those Ugly Christmas Sweaters!!!

You know the ones we love to hate
They're  all so scratchy and they itch
You can barely get the...

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As I walk these streets of sadness
Everywhere désolation and madness
Bars that keep the crazy out
And like a jail people cry and shout
Please set me free from poverty
And let me know serenity
Yet still they walk with...

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Please Officer, Mr. Clean is not like that,
though will admit that we had a little spat.
I used Pine Sol, and he wasn’t really happy,
but assure you that it never made him slappy.
Little Joy was there...

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Cool Moe B

Back in the day we used to pray
 Others say it ought not be that way
 Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
 Your a soldier in the army...

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Fat you were, beyond description.
Jabba the Hut had nuthin' on you.
From a scruffy little Brillo-pad sized stray
Your appetite ballooned you
To an incontinent continent of feline adiposity.

A fur covered Butterball turkey
With attitude
You never failed to fall...

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VELA (Candle) 
   by Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que...

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When I was small
the starlings roosted one by one
on grandma’s party line wire
	(like jittery black clothespins)
to bandy their gossip back and forth
until the wire hummed
with their inanities.

By luck my slingshot found its mark.
One toppled from...

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tap water to vampire
…an extra worker short
….Twitter
…iPhone child labour lawyer 
…booking a meet and greet at a school for the dumb deaf and blind children for Prince Andrew…symbol would be spinning in his grave
…Brillo pad...

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Up the Staircase
?

Your feet reluctantly begin
to climb the broken, filthy stairs,
in this hell-hole of outcast ones,
without someone who even cares.

Stairs stink of urine and feces.
They reek of cooking cheap fast food.
You know when you get...

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Reality sucks, right, that's why you get stoned
Yeah, man, reality bites the big one.
They're bombing and blowing each othe up overseas--
Now they've hit our continent with their insanity
Definitley sucks-take another hit off that bong.

Reality suck,...

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My wife said write a love poem
So that's what I will do
Someone said that roses are red
Or was it violets are blue?

Oh well, you understand my meaning
You know what I'm trying to say
Your eyes are...

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Miss Bee has a horsey face and looks truly old.
Miss Bee was weird and tall, and sounded truly bold.
I saw her and was instantly and utterly put off.
Her voice was scratchy, like a worn-out brillo...

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