they sit outside the penny candy store,
old men slap dominoes on chipped tables,
smoke curling up like prayers
their wives gave up saying.
i lean on the fire escape,
watch them call me mami
like it’s my birthright —
call me solid, thick like the block,
hips wide enough to hold the gossip
and still swing.
they say ju got that caramel skin,
that soft bite in your mouth
when you try to say sweet —
they say i’m loud, i’m stubborn,
i argue with my hands and my hips,
i got too much to say for a girl
that comes from stoops and window sills.
but this is my gospel —
my curvy body a prayer,
my no’s a sermon,
my laugh breaks their cigar smoke,
my name rides the domino slam —
mira, mami, this girl ain’t leaving
her corner for nobody.
Up your seconds
stretch every moment
Joy in the instant
— present sublime
(Harry’s Café: Rush Street, Chicago – Circa 1982)
Menu of Eating Pets Poems
naughty always knew
Trump mira lago menu
he will continue
cat creole soup
chewy cat clam chowder
flabby tabby patty
oodles of poodles with noodles
collie named Molly hit by trolley
always love lean lab
cat dying in mortal combat
putrid pit bull pot pie
candied cuddly kitten cutlets
BBQ 'ed Burned Beagle on bagel
Remaining Raked over roadkill
about pet eating
from my list am deleting
Trump have been beating
Trump have pets deported
out from us Trump escorted
people Trump shorted
''Mighty: 'Mira, have you seen the dam's reservoir level rise?''
Its water spills over, a dangerous disguise
Mira: ''Yes, I have, my friend. It is a terrible sight
The flood brings a destructive might".
Mighty: ''The Engineers, they say it is all for good.
To generate power, for the people's hood.
But what about the homes and lands below?
The waters rage, will they ever know?''
Mira: ''The dam stands tall between us two.
A symbol of man's power, but also their woo.
Nature's force, cannot withstand.
The flood's fury will sweep through this land''.
Mighty: ''Oh! Mira, I fear for those downstream.
Their safety and homes seem like a terrible dream.
The water's rise knows no bounds.
Its power is immense, it knows no grounds."
Mira: '' But still, we stand strong, like guardians of old.
Witnesses to man's might, and to nature's hold.
And though the flood may come, with all its might.
We'll stand here forever, throughout day and night".
So let the flood rage on, with all its might
For man and nature, will surely fight
And though the dam may falter, and the water may spill.
Our strength will stand steadfast still.
Hoy me he sentido extrañamente melancolico,
Me prometi siempre caminar con la frente en alto,
pero no puedo engañarme a mi mismo,
el piso sigue siendo demasiado hermoso como para no mirarlo.
Los recuerdos son mas fuertes que el presente,
Ell futuro pesa mas que el pasado,
¿Por que mi mente es tan elocuente?,
¿Por que mi corazon es tan callado?.
Mi alma me mira con desprecio, mi cuerpo me apoya ciegamente,
Pero los ojos, en rebeldía,se escapan por la noche,
Mi rutina me es fiel con recelo,
Mis metas me ven a lo lejos, aunque el camino siempre este despejado.
Mi voluntad aun esta dormida,
Lo unico que la mantiene viva es mi corazón,
Pero habla muy bajo como para despertarla,
Quizás la muerte pueda hacer algo con su pasión.
"Kansas, she says, is the name of the star"
as for my mom's place, it was Mira Mar :)
"When she fell out of Kansas, a miracle occurred"
after we moved, my grandma's house remodel deferred
Tudo
A Mulher
Bella & Vaidosa
que no espelho
se mira,
no pouco,
descobre
um universo.
Usa pouco
para fazer
muito.
Meera’s song - Updated 2023
Meera is a dancer
So simple and sincere,
But only a simple heart knows the answer:
It’s the fire of Love that melts our fear.
Meera was a dancer
But people were afraid:
She was wild and seemed in a trance,
For her partner was no mortal,
Only with God would she dance.
Meera danced outside in the darkness
And in storms and rain,
Men threw her out of the temple
Told her she was sacrilegious
And insane.
Sangeet Portals, October 2023
Meera (or: Mira) Bai lived six hundred years ago and was a devotee of Krishna. She was born a princess in Rajasthan, India and became a spiritual rebel. She expressed her deep love for Krishna through (ecstatic) dance and many devotional songs (Bajans) which are still sung today.
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without any delay
biden president next day
trump waddled away
about trump did shout
you always will seem to pout
and take the wrong route
my mind did engage
history was on each page
always stage to stage
never was faded
my hair which had been braided
eyebrows are shaded
out all light did keep
while she counted sheep
then went fast asleep
God we are needing
To Him we have been pleading
His food be feeding
likes being with pimp
trump surely a shrimp
walks with a slight limp
flew in on a stork
we spent new years in New York
bottle would uncork
much money did spend
trump finally reached his end
what we did intend
trump will have to leave
sad going while he will grieve
Mira Lago receive
God is only way
everyone will always say
do day after day
to rhyme do attempt
my family is exempt.
adding will attempt
God gave me sources
about all of the courses
how to ride horses
had been a big blow
lifeline out did throw
after bombed by foe
we were all upset
Trump at Mira Lago I bet
with his hair all wet
hair had been thinning
we had known from beginning
that he was sinning
would be examiner
each distinct diameter
of parameter
God were receiving
In Him we are believing
hearts have been grieving
God on judgement
we suffered from sin and heat
Him one day will meet
So sad when we sin
had started and would begin
never do again
be glad when it halts
all our sins which in would waltz
had been all our faults
Had kicked Trump of out the door;
We will not see around anymore;
With him could not make a truce;
Was always making an excuse.
His head was pointed like a pin;
Will lie and sin again and again;
Should see him in golden shower;
Was result of his poor will power.
More and more pardons did grant;
Like a dog he had loved to pant;
Found him with a female flipper,
While pulling down her zipper.
Knew he would be a lost cause;
Had puckered lips with small paws;
No matter what with are confiding;
He has been on way to Mira Lago.
While driving in a his wild Winebago.
Jim Horn
SOPLAR VIENTO- SOPLAR
Blow wind blow;
Donde soplan los vientos;
De dónde viene;
Tiene Comienzos, pero solo sentimos los fines;
Soplar viento,soplar ;
Blow wind blow;
Como un tornado;
Mira las copas de los árboles inclinarse;
Soplan vientos fuertes;
BLOW WIND- BLOW
Where the winds blow;
Where does it come from;
It has Beginnings,
but we only feel the ends;
Blow wind, blow;
Like a tornado;
Watch the treetops tilt;
Strong winds blow;
7/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
under this gray sky
to the name rose they gave sharp thorns
to the name nettles nothing to suggest the itch when touching them
maybe it's just fate and nothing but appearance
although
every sweet arrival is preceded by a steep path
and every profound evil is hidden to the world
only if whoever whatches has no heart to see
...........
sotto questo cielo grigio
al nome di rosa hanno dato affilate spine
al nome ortiche
niente che suggerisca il prurito al toccarle
forse è solo il destino e nient'altro che apparenza
eppure
ogni dolce arrivo è preceduto da un ripido sentiero
e ogni male profondo è nascosto agli occhi del mondo
solo se chi guarda non ha cuore per vedere
..........
bajo este cielo gris
al nombre rosa dieron espinas afiladas
al nombre ortigas
nada que sugiera la picazón al tocarlas
tal vez es solo el destino y nada más que apariencia
pero aún
cada dulce llegada es precedida por un camino empinado
y todo mal profundo está oculto a los ojos del mundo
solo si quien mira no tiene corazón para ver
Marco Bo
Trump Has Been In White House Staying
Looks like all the hens have been laying;
Children in a cold yard could be playing;
So still preaching;
Mira Lago beaching;
Trump is in White House there staying.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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