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La conciencia no aguanto el remordimiento
el sufrimiento va consumiéndome Lento
pero se bien que yo me Lo eh ganado
eh pecado y por ti seré castigada
puedo mentirle a Los demás pero a ti no dios
se que observas cada paso que doy allá en el cielo
tu que me trajiste a este mundo con un propósito
si te eh fallado créeme que no Lo hago apropósito
gracias por estar cuando te necesito ...dios me escucho y la mano de el tome ...mi espíritu tendrá La Paz y de este mundo oscuro que destruyo mi vida...será liberada... Ya no tiene sentido pensar en el pasado En lo que hice o lo que pude haber hecho Solo sé que ya caminé un buen trecho y sufrí demasiado lloré por mis errores por mi falta de carácter ... porque no pude salir de mi mundo oscuro que me tenia en esa agonía atormentada vivía todos los días le pedía perdón de corazón y que me diera la paz que tanto necesitaba ..talvez no entiendan y se questionen por que no hice las cosas diferentes nadie puede juzgarme porque no estuvieron en ese mundo que me termino quitando las esperanzas y la fe que día con día Morian lentamente como lo hacía yo .,, yo page por mis errores y pecados y fue un preciso muy alto que añadie le deceo pasar por eso
Aunque no sé cuanto he avanzado
Unos dirán que fui demasiado buena
Otros en cambio me tildarán de mala
Algunos habrán dicho la verdad
Otros una simple mentira piadosa
Solo Dios sabrá juzgar mi realidad
Unos me habrán querido demasiado
Y no faltarán quienes me hayan odiado
Pues como todo humano soy imperfecta
Y tengo tantas virtudes como defectos
Mas si en este mi largo recorrido
Sin querer a alguien he lastimado
Le pido perdón a Dios arrepentida
Por el daño que hubiera causado
Hoy que llego al final de mi camino
Que mas le puedo pedir al destino
Si tengo el tesoro más precioso
Que la vida generosa me regaló y la dicha de aver sido madre de ese angelito Aaron siempre viviré en tu corazón mientras tu no me olvides.... la dicha de aver tenido ami abuelita y que pronto la voy a ver ,,, la dicha de tener ami tia carina y ami madre hermanos amis tias y tíos ...primas que fueron como hermanas ,, y un tío que fue mi figura paterna Tio Jorge desde el cielo a todos los cuídare y dios me los cuide y ami angelito se los encargó me voy pero siempre estaré en sus corazones si a si me lo permiten me duele no poder míralos una vez más
Happy Birthday baby.
I wish you the very best.
I want to give you my heart,
give you my eternal rest.
My only goal in life,
is your maximum happiness.
Yet you continue to reject it,
as if a virus to your soul.
Truth is you deserve better then me.
You deserve someone there,
who can satisfy your every need,
and not feel guilty for doing so.
I try.
I’m trying to give you everything.
for you deserve the entire world,
no
you deserve the universe.
A basket of fresh picked daises.
A box full of assorted chocolates.
A man to open the door for you.
A person to wake up next to.
Anyone other then me.
I wish to show you,
to show you how much I care.
To spend every last penny.
To ship a new closet to you.
To be able to feel your touch.
To show you
Your smile.
It’s like a sliver of heaven,
seeing it reminds me life is good.
Forcing a smile of my own.
Something only an angel can do.
Your eyes.
I don’t know how to describe them.
Every time I study them,
I get lost in an evergreen forest,
never wanting to leave.
Your hair.
Flowing with the magnificence of a newborn fawn,
galloping through a fresh field of wheat.
Not looking for anything but just…
being naturally majestic.
Your shyness.
Hiding behind everything in sight,
like a newborn kitten afraid of the world.
Though you think it is a weakness,
It is one of your greatest traits.
Your voice.
No amount of words can summarize,
what comes to mind when I hear you speak.
For mind mind draws a blank,
as if my ears are hearing pure bliss from a goddess.
I love you Katelyn.
Forever and Always.
I wish I could do more for your birthday,
to show you how much I love you.
Happy Birthday Princess,
I love you with all my heart
With more love,
Jorge
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
I’m not a miracle worker and I can’t promise you much. I can’t make the words go away. I can’t make you love yourself. I can’t give you an appetite to eat. I can’t just magically make you sleep. I can’t turn back time and magically explain what happened between now and then. I know there’s a lot of light outside and I can’t dim the lights but I got a room you can hide in. Anything outside I can bring it to you. I can’t turn down the volume I know the outside world can get really loud but we can close the windows. What I can do is I can wait right here with you until you’re ready. We can talk all day or I can just sit here and be silent. I could be across the room, a few towns over, or right next to you. We can play games or listen to music. You can use my face to practice your makeup or if you need to hit something I’ll be there. We can do whatever you want just as long as you know when we leave the room and we re-enter the world we’re going to do it together and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll skip school, tell my parents I’ll see them later. I’ll bring some movies, my laptop, and junk food, I got entertainment or I can just sit here and talk to you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing but throughout the duration of you feeling this way I’m going to be right here until you feel better and when you’re ready, you and I will re-enter the world together. Ok? Just before you do anything let me know.
-Jorge
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.
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”.
Greg Focker was always an awkward man,
only fiancée Pam could understand-
Jack would be his in-law,
and soon baby’s Pawpaw,
retired CIA in all the land.
The Focker’s housekeeper was Isabel,
rumors Greg had an affair and didn’t tell-
Had a spawn named Jorge,
from Greg’s roll in the hay,
in young puppy love dear Greg Focker fell!
Suspicious Jack kept his eye on Greg’s life,
since his daughter Pam would be his sweet wife-
Don’t mess with government,
they show no sentiment,
he made Greg’s days full of torment and strife.
Jack decides to give Greg ol’ truth serum,
knowing sorry Greg really did fear him-
Blurts out Pam is pregnant,
that wasn’t his whole intent,
but did angry Jack really hear him?
Turns out Jorge wasn’t really Greg’s son,
ends up marrying Pam, had lots of fun-
Jack will always despise,
but so soon realize,
for his daughter Greg was the perfect one!
Favorite Comedy Movie Poetry Contest
I chose: "Meet the Fockers"
syllable count: 10-10-6-6-10
howmanysyllables.com
Sponsor: Alexis Y.
March 2, 2018
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.
The band's trumpeting out the Bose
A dozen red roses for thirteen chicas
In that old cantina
Looks like one's left cold
But it's colder still out that
Crooked oval door
As Jorge keeps 'em entertained
With his liquid tambourine
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
He played that song 'til the early morn
The man of her dreams hails a cab
She smiles all the way back home
What a night it was
All the things they'd done
The excitement wakes her
As she rolls over to kiss her lover
And finds he never hit the hay
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
Did he always have to leave
Her this way
Alone and confused
Where did they depart
She'd go back yet another time
To try and find the man
Who has her heart
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me