Long Neruda Poems
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why yellow flowers
Are so afraid of the wind...?
And the ripe fruits
so afraid of slingshots... ?
why flowers don't
fear nudity so much and
why are they handsome
when naked ?
where is your azimuth,
here, there or the sky...?
why is the sun stays this
so solo... ?
The moon is a chaperone,
or is it without company...!?
Does short rain
fear storm...?
There is something most dangerous
than no flight plane?
why loneliness doesn't
search company for
not being so alone...?
why do dreams reach
its final when we wake up...?
“Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair”
Words that brought eroticism to bear
Penned by a man from the town of Parral
A poet for whom there’s no parallel.
Poetry won him acclaim,
Politics tarnished his name;
Pablo Neruda on the Noble Prize
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto in his parents’ eyes.
Upon his death, people forbidden to mourn
Due to his political views
Thousands of Chileans honored this man
Beyond established curfews.
As a man myself who fancies the verse
Writing poetry my ultimate curse
I envy the works of Pablo Neruda
My only wish? That I knew ya.
Entry in the Pablo Neruda contest
Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my proses
that each one was exchanging for roses
with moonlight and wandering mornings
II
You loved as few have loved
with sea madness and clear lyrics
the greatest poet that will remain in us
as he in the calm portrayed...
III
The island was your light and your horizon
was a witness to your fate, luck
let my verse take you back
IV
Timemate here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion brand...!
PS TRANSLATION/ADAPTATION OF THE POEM
SONNET OF THE POETISA ADELA CARPORAL
ARGENTINA FOR THE COLLECTION 1000
POEMS FOR PABLO NERUDA.
by alkas
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
Shape of curves fondled like tender morass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass
Although he’s roamed my shore , gentle and kind
I still pulsate where musk scent trails. Outside,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
My fiery sighs reflect a wilder croon
holding breaths captive in a mesh; a glide
of movement’s tempo sing to rising moon
And kindling now our chaste eyes, they abide
love’s virtue wafts from wings of night;
to hold breaths captive in sweet flow, a glide!
Inhabiting one space where gazes meet
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in deep of woods...
Love’s virtue blazes skin from curl of sheets
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
The simple times remembered are worthwhile.
Those memories are treasured gifts to keep.
We were innocent and lived without guile.
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Inspiration from Nobel Prize poet,
Pablo Neruda from Chile. Excerpts from
his poem 'Ode to Naked Beauty' follows:
Ode To A Naked Beauty
With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.
----
Terzanelle Time for Joseph May
Old poem Re-submitted 11/8/2017
Ó Poe, why did you
accept this function
of scarecrow !
Ó Thomas, if you
were a singer you would
be superior to Dylan...
Ó Lennon i could never
imagine that the dream
would be over...
Ó Emile you said that
you were nobody. !
But you are somebody
special, you are an admirable
poetess...
I am nobody... my poetry
is lousy...
Ó Frost, reading you
i did not feel cold...
I felt warm in my
heart...
Ó Shakespeare, to be
or not to be !
I simply prefer being
poet as you are...
How i would wish Neruda,
be the postman of your
letters...
Dear Gabriela, i always knew
Mistral were you...!
Ó Pessoa, how could a man
be so many poets in one... !
Deep
Romantic soul. Helen's Husband. Navy Veteran. Nature Lover.
Admirer of Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda, and Martin Luther King, Jr.
I practice mindfulness, embrace spirituality, and search for idealism.
I feel profound compassion, empathy; a stout connectedness to humanity.
I fear the unknown, existential world chaos, and a disappointed God.
I'd like to keep inspiring, and touching, and healing through poetry.
Resident of...of...should I expect a gift basket? Baltimore, Maryland.
Thinker
Bio Modified Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Date written and submitted: 04/12/2020
UPROOTED
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.”--------------------Rumi
listen not to the vagrant zephyr
seeking only sustenance of its kind
idol thinkers lolling in innocence
swayed by every whispering sigh
unaware – that secrets lie.
“We put the urn aboard ship.”---------------------------------------Sappho
Single struggling sapling
scented with the longings of leaving,
kissed by the roots of a family’s tree
adrift on a sea of doubt
holding true to its native soil.
“Wherever I am, the world comes to me.”-----------------------Mary Oliver
An ocean lapping at the shores of time’s fleeting gusts
enticing us to come aboard, sail her winds
dance the song of the gentle rains
shelter in her wooded arms and cliffs
wait as her horizon’s greet my welcome.
“the moon is a curving flower of gold.”---------------------------Sara Teasdale
grinning in the pilfered beauty of sunlight
stolen from beyond earth’s curving crust
hanging its crescent hook for lover’s
to ponder in the midst of loving’s lust
petals falling in the path of daybreaks rush.
“I like my body when it is with your”…memory-------------------e.e. cummings
tingling with the cold salt spray of
breakers overpowering the sand
softly kissing the edges ……frothily spent
bubbling beneath the screech of gulls
nestled into the arms of home
“the apparition of these faces in the crowd”-------------------------Ezra Pound
vague faces of unknown forebears
yellowing in time’s smoky rooms
stern faces seeking a future
young faces – now grown old
dancing on the branches of a tree.
“The tree is here, still, in pure stone” ----------------------------------Pablo Neruda
troubled roots strengthened by hardship
searching life’s invisible pathways
meeting pressure with practiced patience
offering shade, and presence
touching granite’s hardened heart.
John G. Lawless
7/24/2015
“Wherever I am, the world comes to me.” Mary Oliver
“the apparition of these faces in the crowd.” Ezra Pound
”I like my body when it is with your….” e.e. cummings
“The tree is here, still, in pure stone,” Pablo Neruda
“We put the urn aboard ship.” Sappho
“the moon is a curving flower of gold.” Sara Teasdale
“the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.” Rumi
John Keats - I continue to adore Keats's lush, sensuous language and his odes to beauty, nature, and love, which can deeply resonate with some of my own poetry's yearning and delicacy.
Emily Dickinson - Dickinson's quiet intensity and exploration of death, eternity, and inner life has appeal to my introspective side.
She and I share a fierce independence of spirit and a love for solitude.
Edna St. Vincent Millay - I admire Millay's bold, feminist voice and her exploration of desire and independence.
Millay's mastery of sonnet form and ability to capture the fleetingness of passion has after multiple readings come to resonate with me.
Pablo Neruda - Known for his passionate love poems and deep connection to nature, Neruda has come to enchant me with his visceral imagery and emotional honesty.
His poems about the natural world might feel like kin ship to me, my own.
Mary Oliver - I feel at home in Oliver's reflective, nature-based poetry.
I have come to love Oliver's reverence for the world, finding in it a continuation of her own themes of beauty and spiritual communion with nature.
Sylvia Plath - I would definitely appreciate Plath's courage in delving into the complexities of self, identity, and mental struggle.
While my tone of poetry has now through evolution grown more gentler, I feel a kinship in Plath's exploration of one's inner life.
Rainer Maria Rilke - With his mystical tone and contemplative exploration of love and solitude, Rilke would be a poet that I have come to admire.
His 'Letters to a Young Poet' would also resonate as advice one might give to aspiring poets.
Louise Glück - Known for her somber tone and introspective lyricism, Glück would fascinate me with her exploration of loss, longing, and family dynamics.
I admire Glück's precision and haunting imagery.
Langston Hughes - I would appreciate Hughes's musicality, social consciousness, and exploration of personal and collective identity.
His poems on love, hope, and perseverance would feel to me like hymns of survival and resilience.
Ada Limón - I would likely be drawn to Limón's modern voice and her intimate, conversational style that draws readers into an emotional landscape. Limón's poems of self-acceptance, connection to nature, and resilience would feel like a refreshing evolution of the lyricism that I have come to cherish.
On a remote Mediterranean village
there along the lovely Italian coast
was a simple young postman
looking for love for in to boast
Mario was his name, got a new job
delivers the mail up so very high
Pablo Neruda, a well known poet
who lived where Mario climbed to the sky
An attractive girl called Beatrice
worked in the cafe right way downtown
as soon they met love was in the air
but Mario so shy, causes such a frown
Pablo helped his young post-friend
to write a lover's poem for his love
so this Mario gave to lovely Beatrice
this so encaptured her like a glove
This young couple then got married
but Pablo then moved to Chile, his home
never forgetting his friendship with Mario
who was to know tragedy due to a poem
Beatrice became pregnant and had a boy
but before having him tragedy struck
Mario took a poem to read in Naples
at a political rally in which police broke up
Pablo on holiday came back to the village
but found no Mario, just Beatrice, and her son
Mario had sadly died at the Naples rally
so sad when heard what the police had done
This is such a lovely movie
so romantic and filled with prose
sadness enters to make it bitter
but reminds you of a romance-filled rose
(This is about a lovely romantic sad poetic Italian movie set in Italy made in 1994, it's has English subtitles and is available on YouTube, it's highly recommended.)
"I want to see thirst In the syllables, touch fire In the sound; feel through the dark. For the scream." ~ Pablo Neruda
I
taste the
pulse of stars
coursing through rhymes,
stirring my moon-swept
soul, as I ache for your
soft blue sparks of poetry,
breathless and lost in the musky
heat of phrases etched beneath champagne
skies, wrapped in threads of chiffon-laced heartbeats.
And I think of you ~ the pearl warmth of dusk,
for in your arms, I felt a wistful
verse, glowing like fervent fireflies
but if love could color the
blush of secret sunsets,
would you be the gold
that binds me to
Romeo’s
silent
sighs?