Long Jorge Poems
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"Serpentine"
Give a woman enough rope
and She’ll show you
what hanging’s worth
the life coiled around
a body of work
could be misconstrued
serpentine
She draws from the rock
like it's Her cornerstone
creation
sexuality
fertility
the life force
of our
ever spinning planet
serpentine
like it’s Her cornerstone
the conscience, conscious
In The Dreaming
It speaks
Its tongues
She listens
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Serpentine.
"I am not even dust. I am a dream..."
(Jorge Luis Borges)
EVOCATIONS a still life ekphrasis
time standing
stlll
arrested
moments
revealed
in
stimulations
of
the mind
revealed
illuminations
of
the
past
yesterdays
becoming
today
tomorrow's
postponed
memory
past pictures
live
again
momento
mori
in hypereality
as
monuments
to past
existence
from
shadows
of
transience
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception
aesthetic
sublimations
of
immersive
spontaneity
with
fascinating
expectations
a visual
of genesis
in
suspended
animation
still distant
now
living
again
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Checkout this unique still life (on a grand scale)by Jorge Diezma 'Bodegon del Limon'
Pro Wrestling Tagboard
Main Event Programming
World Champions
Linton " The Heckler " Crampton
&
" The Kreul " Selmer Hurd
Engaged in Grapplefare verses
" Big " Bibby Shuttercrest
&
" The Big Knuckle" Jorge Gigerium
With Manager Richard.Grindhart
Special guest referee
" Succii Sentualist " Borge Calloway
A classic encounter. The fans made the most of it by teasing Big Bibby, and Booing Grindhart
Several exchanges and also of wrestling, and 10:20 Gigerium quieted the crowd when he
Body slammed Big Bibby onto their opponet
Selmer Hurd. The further hushed to silence when he piledrove Selmer and appeared to be on the edge of victory. When from ringside "Golden Stellar" Orsi Gordy came to the ringside area. He distracted Shuttercrest to allow Crampton to roll and small package Shuttercrest for the victory. At the end of the bout words exchanged between Gigerium and Calloway. Calloway whipped Gigerium into ropes and speared him, to the delight of the fans.
Jose picks his way through the field, selecting what's come ripe
Though he's just arrived, he knows the feel, what makes each one's life
Has reached the point where, decisions will be made
Precision is the key in knowing how to make the grade
Jorge has begun to bloom, back in Monterrey
Moved out of his sister's room, he's learning how to play
He's working through the field to field which place suits him best
With coaching he will soon begin to rise above the rest
He'll just need a few more years to learn to play the game
Where he will outshine his peers, and he'll become the name
People watch where Jose lives, and someone makes the call
As he works his way past sweat and tears and playing at the wall
'Strella counts the days each month, till Jose's order comes
He works his way north farm to farm as each new season comes
He picks the best fruit from the rest, looking for the plums
He knows that his decisions will support all his loved ones
He looks around and sees some others brought their sons
Estrella gets a call from Jose, he has heard the word
There's a tryout, balls will fly out, higher than the birds
But he's sure one day that Jorge, will be the chosen one
The scout looks through the listing of the names that he's been sent
Some he's met and some he knows already came and went
Estrella wears the dress she made when Jorge was a boy
She's hoping that the way he's playing leads to his employ
There all the stars are shining, with million dollar gold
Jorge's arms are strong enough for the dreams they'll have to hold
All the dreams that she and Jose had when they were young
They won't die like his fathers did, there beyond the wall
Paradise is waiting there, just beyond the wall
Beyond the wall
Beyond the wall
The seed in the fable's reaching seats beyond the wall
A seat at the table's waiting just beyond the wall
Jorge's uncle Omar made his name out in the field
The leaves he's harvesting will yield a crop with great appeal
He rose among the players used the weapons he would wield
Picking off his rivals one by one until he ruled the field
He always sends the best of what his many fields produce
North of the border where, some just can't refuse
Hit after hit, they just can't quit, they will need it all
He's happy to play ball with them, though some die on the wall
she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite
plying the beach ramada to ramada
at times she sits with me
lowering the basket from her head
her clothes are worn, patched
i roll eggs, beans, chorizo into a tortilla
hand it away, she always accepts
then throwing her arm over the chair
she begins the badinage
i understand little sometimes
others, far too much of humanities plight
i too throw my arm over the chair
rattle slowly in my aspiring Spanish
making verbal notes of words
similar in English and Spanish
she teaches verbs, vernacular
we share more than just language
if you would stand afar
you would think us old friends
lost in the chatter of complaints
news, reminiscing, and aren't we
the same expressions, gestures
friends in small talk
sharing a similar nature
delivering the points quite well
it is a beautiful day
we are happy to be alive
sharing breakfast, languages
she returns to her vending
soon Isabella will be by
with my freshly baked banana bread
Jorge will drop off the tamales
sometime this afternoon
and i will have gone to the bank
for money, Maria's children
are in need of school clothes
i return to the waves rolling in
watching the pelicans
riding the uplift provided by the surf
this is what i need, not poetry readings
life is a continuous poetry affair
that moves thru existence on wings
of opportunity to grasp it
cherish its every moment
neuropathways accompanying Death
in little smiles, no one hears
San Blas 91
Dr. Clement Moloch professes in torture.
He is always accompanied by Claire, his sister.
Moloch performs clandestine operations for governments.
He is responsible for the torture and death of insurgents.
Holland is journalist Jorge Hidalgo’s friend.
Holland learned Jorge’s life came to an end.
The doctor killed Jorge with high voltage electricity.
Senor Hidalgo was another victim of the doctor’s killing spree.
Hector Lomelin informs Holland of the predicament.
Lomelin attempts to talk Holland out of retirement.
Holland refuses, but later changes his mind.
Dr. Moloch is someone assassin Holland must find.
Holland learns Moloch and his sister are in Central America.
Moloch has been hired by the government of Guatemala.
There are several bodyguards protecting the doctor.
Moloch even has the aid of the American ambassador.
Holland takes out his targets one by one.
He is very adept with both the knife and the gun.
If you are wondering how this escapade will end,
all I have to say is, “See the movie, friend”.
Based on the 1984 film “The Evil That Men Do”.
White smoke, white smoke,
Voting is over for the new pope,
It’s a sign of our great victory,
Memorable moments in the history.
People are rejoicing today,
Watching live stream on T.V.
What a lovely sight to see,
Congratulations!! We are so happy!!
Millions of people are excited and waiting,
Can hear them clapping and shouting,
Around the world are celebrating this day
For the Pope's powerful messages to say
March 14, 2013
(^____^)
I am watching a live stream of a newly elected Pope at the Vatican City
Jorge Mario Cardinal Bergoglio, 76, from Argentina is the new pope, the Vatican has announced. He chose the name Francis.
A poem to close your eyes
"I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts a second, or perhaps less; I am not sure how many birds I saw. Was the number of birds definite or indefinite? The problem involves the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite, because God knows how many birds I saw. If God does not exist, the number is indefinite, because no one can have counted. In this case I saw fewer than ten birds (let us say) and more than one, but did not see nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, or two birds. I saw a number between ten and one, which was not nine, eight, seven, six, five, etc. That integer—not-nine, not-eight, not-seven, not-six, not-five, etc.—is inconceivable. Ergo, God exists."
Jorge Luis Borges
I
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
as the night befalls,
an angel or a creature.
I smell like pricked stems of roses,
silently gnawing in your ears.
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
backless,
flipping leaves
stuck in my throat,
they rattle,rattle, rattle
like a strange broken toy.
II
The dagger of the day dazzles
pierced pale lids dangling in the balance,
attentive, the birds stopped their crying,
light and shadow.
My name is Shannan Gilbert,
an escort gifted with an angel's voice.
wide-eyed, what I?
My name is Shannon Gilbert,
-envoy-
the birds have taken flight.
Politics is smart on one side
but it's half luck for another
when you win it's hazard
when you lost it's sourish
I think so much Pirulin
I got the first mush
before giving to each other.
Who doesn't cry, doesn't breastfeed
still said the song
and Sir Jorge made a fool
he wanted to face the dragon
the beast was so naughty
took it from a mandolin
and went fishing in Nippon.
All that shines is gold
says the law of my backlands
there the only shines so much
as golden brown
Sivuca who was an alchemist
he added harmonica with pifa
placed Sinata on the ground.
Slowly you go far
it was a communist motto
in Russian and England
and very futuristic lotto
Ze Lezin serious goat
wrote the package insert
and became capitalist.
Better two birds in hand
than two birds flying
best three lucky fart
than gas butane methane
so thought Napoleon
when he fell on all fours
in a serene afternoon...!