Long Mariposa Poems

(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark? 
Where the scars are a map, inked 
not just in...

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The Butterfly


O butterfly, o butterfly
how and by whom did you come by
your name? Theories abound yet all
ring hollow and improbable.
Least credible, if not absurd,
it’s based on an Old English word
“buterfleoge” and is speculated 
to witches...

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There's a fine line between fortune and fame 
I was riding with the Devil till my horse went lame 
I was all alone till loneliness came 
The Count of Monte Cristo must have felt the...

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Bela é a borboleta
                   belo é o arco-iris
         ...

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This December day that feels like March or April
Beckons me down to my old thoughtful spot
To the bench on the hill above the lake
Where I have discovered poems waiting for me

Behind me, the oaks are...

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May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter
Always know I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift forever after
You’re  in my heart and soul, as a child and as I mature...

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Standing in the meadow 
Looking up at old Half Dome 
Watching deer meandering 
Across the front porch of their home. 

So many years ago 
When the Indians still were there 
And the great Winona redwood...

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Me ilusionaba al estar en vasta y ambigua espera
Para saber si eras o no,
Para ver si aceptabas mis reclamos equívocos…

Me ilusionaba, al tener cirios desconcertantes,
Al abundarme en quimeras;
Quizás por querer tener lo imposible,
Queriendo tragarme constelaciones…

Me...

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“Te quiero mucho mi hermosa mariposa” 
 
What of the fire that burns hearts
into a dust that refuses to shake
from the bones of lovers? 
 
What of the pain that makes
those lost in the wake
of...

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Mi cuerpo no esta aqui mi alma esta  cerca Nunca me fui. Siempre estoy cerca. Piensa en m  como una oruga cada vez que me ves. Me esconderé, pero me convert re en...

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The Mexican Monarch
You may see them passing by 
On their spiral flight, through the sky
You might see the North American Mariposa
While on your patio enjoying your Mimosa
A two-way journey, migración magnifico!
From frigid Canada to welcoming...

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In Deutschland they're called Schmetterling 
Mariposa down in Spain,
And although they're called, by different names
They're really quiet the same 
Borboleta sounds like fun to say
and Farfalla twist my tongue  
But when they're seen in...

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