Short Los Poems
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On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!
polishing pieces
fragments of a broken brain
spinning poetry
MagiCicada17
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
radiante flores de rojo
y magentas
emancipador arboles
rompiendo ramas
perro amarillo minusvalidos
vacas rumiantes para orinar
pocion curativa
en la tierra de
los templos
in ruinas
Form:
Grimy sweaty dusk,
L.A. hazy horizon.
Steaming torrid lune.
An inebriated vixen promoted duress
as she and George played "Get the Guests."
A fractured malevolence mirroring Macbeth
resulted in her first-born's death.
Atop his imagined coffin, a snapdragon rests.
Author's Note:
Vignette inspiration:
Play - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962)
Playwright - Edward Albee
Vor den Augen der Nacht
Verschwimmt die Einsamkeit
So ganz tränenlos
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The loneliness blurrs
In front of the eyes of the night
Completely without tears
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Antes de los ojos de la noche
Se desvanesce la soledad
Así sin lágrimas
Passing through towns
Backdrops in blue
Lonely times
Engulf my thoughts
Welcoming back you.
Suns pierce so clear
through these brilliant days
Breeze like boys
Run dancing,
Through girls
Like trees that sway
I often wonder
What you're thinking
Do you share such times as these?
Do you stop
But for a moment
only to think about me?
Form:
Day of the Dead?
Is it something he said?
America misled.
Deceived at the top,
Easy to eavesdrop.
Lies all around
Our confusion compound.
Shall the truth be found?
Made in USA:
Undercover foray.
Everyone has their say.
RIP Native Son.
Trump's reign is done.
Our country has won.
Send him off on the run.
Janece Terry
November 1, 2019
Living in the city of lights
One among many Angels in flight
Souls that connect, artists we are
Always a place to converse with a star
Never boring or lonely because
Gravity pulls us together with buzz
Everything moving in fast pace
Life is simply a beautiful race
Engraved in my heart this city I love
Sunshine and diamonds and friends in my land.
A land of beauty art and aspirations
The most exciting place to take vacations.
This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:
Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter
The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where dreams are killed
We follow the hoods of lavish cars that lead us to the sea
Must be that it’s an easy place to douse in our vanity
Die Scherben des Lebens lassen sich nicht kitten. (German)
The shards of the life cannot be cemented. (English)
Los fragmentos de la vida no se puede enmasillar. (Spanish)
Les éclats de vie ne peu pas être à nouveau ensemble. (French)
I frammenti di vita non può essere di nuovo insieme . (Italian)
Die skerwe van die lewe kan nie weer saam wees. (Afrikaans)
Ang mga tipak ng buhay ay hindi maaaring simentuhin. (Tagalog)
Cioburile vietii nu pot fi cimentat. (Romanian)