Long Impenitent Poems

Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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I could see stars everywhere, 
In every foggy corner, 
In the twinkling of their eyes
The exchange of goods, services, money
Some grateful and well-intentioned, others listless
Cold and accusatory 
Selfish and scared
I saw their lights come and...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating many moves in advance, I played the game mercilessly 
Surrounding...

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Give Me A Change of Heart [Prayer]

“4 Or do you despise the riches of His goodness, forbearance, and longsuffering, not knowing that the goodness of God leads you to repentance? 5 But in accordance with...

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The last mile of the way

It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.

It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye” 
To those he loves.
One...

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Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.

Impenitent, sky rains ash blackening the night.
Fire sends a smoky pall upon...

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On Death, I Shall Be Free
On herself, much cruelty was afflictedSeldom, would it leave, her so confused mindNever a trial, yet she was convictedShe would wonder, when will the world, be kind

Leaving her alone, as...

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Her cursory gaze is like the impenitent sun,
Her brave speech are edified like sindey.
Her eyeballs kindled the fire of fun,
And ushered the lucky man into glory.
Her hips are attractive like the plains of
paradise.
Her bowels are...

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but there standeth one among you, whom ye know not; 

He wakes and walk with you,
His breath gives you Life,
He fashioned you in the womb, 
He saw You soaked in your blood, 
form conception to...

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These half score years for me have been a war,
My soul a broken bone reset in place,
The girl He made was meant for so much more.

In vain, I searched for naught I could adore,
With those...

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My poems are not for leisure
They are guns 
Aim at imperial anatomy
Notes slipped to a teller’s eyes
For easy withdrawal
Of ancestral deposits
My poems are not for leisure
They are flowers for graves
Of dead theories and foolish warriors
Who...

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I know the end is not near to come
While soldiers bleed
And children die
And drones discharge the precise bomb
The rumors of wars is only the discontent
Of sinners proud and impenitent.

I know no designated time is given
No...

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across the table pink-eyed – not even Alice’s rabbit either – the impenitent sat – stooped – round as a fatted pig – full of pride in service – unabashed by his kill count –...

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Ever impenitent it seethes in a midnight pool
hidden by chains of impropriety
pondering misdeeds of demeanour
mysterious kiss the darkest id

Unbidden scourge of bestial tongue
to rise within the ink-ed dust
and sow its emotive seeds of ravenous 
simmering...

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Torn from an endless night 
 Bound by a creeping fog 
 Like a shadow of the twilight 
 Born of the bog 

 With a cry or a moan 
 Half-heard with a hum...

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