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Nelson Diaz Poem
I yearn to cross the crystalline lagoon
To reach your bungalow beneath the stars
And bless you with a love that's always true
A love that has no equal-has no par
To kiss your emerald eyes with golden lips
Caress your ivory skin with silver hands
Submerge you into everlasting bliss
As we make love upon the diamond sand.
While whisperings of fervor fill the air
and iridescent hummingbirds give song
and lilting butterflies without compare
Convince you that to me you now belong.
Permit me cross the crystalline lagoon.
To reach your bungalow beneath the moon
Copyright © Nelson Diaz | Year Posted 2017
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Nelson Diaz Poem
Chased by a Chihuahua by Radrook [ A childhood memory.]
O little Chihuahua so tiny but fierce,
why did you provide me with memory of fear?
Why must I recall you, pursuing galore,
until I could almost evade you no more?
How did I deserve all your bitterest ire?
Your rampaging anger, your hatred entire?
Could you not control all your fierceness just once?
and let me retire by luck or by chance?
Why did you continue a hunting me down,
and make me appear like a scared circus clown,
with eyeballs a bulging from out off my face,
and a heart that was pounding in utter disgrace?
Why not just permit me to go waltzing by
and rather go chasing some other quaint guy?
Why did I deserve that you come after me
so furiously fast and so persistently?
Oh little chihuahua so ready to bite,
with little dog body, so ready to fight
Why not let me pass? Why not let me be?
Why did you decide to begin hunting me?
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Nelson Diaz Poem
The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.
Or he might slip and smack his head
against a glass display.
Let him stay until he’s grown
or he’ll ruin our day.
Remember once that just by chance
he broke don Cuervo’s toe
when he swung that baseball bat
and sudden let it go.
and hit don Cuervo who was sitting
in the front-row seat.
and how don Cuervo howled and cursed
and almost seemed to bleat.
Remember how he fell one day
and killed a suckling pig
when he was just about to taste
a ripening luscious fig
and lost his footing on a rock
and toppled from his perch
and landed on the piglet’s back
and caused the sow to dirge.
Or when he carried a long stick
pretending he could march
as if he held a rifle
and he skewered Mrs Marge.
and how she now is forced to wear
a gaudy plastic eye?
Please leave him here. He’s maladroit.
Or else someone will die.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/maladroit
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Nelson Diaz Poem
Do you sense my hand in your watery world
In that aqueous land? Baby boy, baby girl?
When I feel you move neath her skin on my palm,
is it that you are soothed by my fatherly charm?
How about my rough voice when I sing lullabies?
In your universe moist, do you know it is mine?
Do you know you are mine as no other can be?
In your watery shrine do you recognize me?
Do you long for the touch of my fatherly hand?
Do you feel my love much in that watery land?
Copyright © Nelson Diaz | Year Posted 2018
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Nelson Diaz Poem
I like the way you walk Mademoiselle
You do it like you do and do it well.
This Frenchman though a foreigner admires
that wiggle wen you walk-like prancing fire.
This is my card. You notice I am chic?
I also have a dash of being meek.
The card? Well its is only to provide
to my hotel room directory and guide.
At twelve O’clock you notice then Ta-Ta?
To make my room I go right now. Ha! Ha!
There is a knock. Oh nervousness no more.
I must straighten my tie and get the door.
And this behemoth, who? I ask cherie?
It is your husband? I capiche. Oui Oui!
I think you have the wrong hotel and floor.
Sir, kindly take your fat foot from the door.
Ah fisticuffs you say? Tis not required.
I only have your lovely wife admired.
So please remove your hulking mass from here.
I think that your demeanor is too severe.
You are choking me monsieur and that is nasty.
You drag me to the window? Don’t be hasty!
Two or three floors up, I understand.
But twenty, bonamie? I’ll surely land
A bit untidy to say the very least,
Mademoiselle, would you call off this beast?
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Nelson Diaz Poem
When I kiss your eyes
as you lie asleep
can you feel my love
in your dreaming deep?
As I place my palm
on your sleeping brow
can you feel me love?
can you sense me now?
As I whisper soft
in your sleeping ear
can you hear me love?
can you sense me near?
When your breath I taste
of the sweetest wine
can you please make haste?
can you say you’re are mine?
My beloved one
my eternity.
when you dream of love
is it love of me?
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Nelson Diaz Poem
Down many traveled lanes I sauntered sadly,
Up avenues I’ve trampled more than twice.
I've slipped and in prostration cried out badly
for anyone to blare their soft advice.
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“Reverberate!” I thought in paths I’d fathered.
Illuminate my present gifts of chance,
these shreds of life that I have never gathered,
the times I’ve shunned the elegance of dance.
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In simple furtherance of all my sorrow,
I gathered all my hunches to my chest,
and borrowed all the blame that I could borrow,
and never tried a virgin to molest,
until the light of millions of tomorrows
could pave my path and put me to my rest.
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Belinda the dancer, beloved of crowds.
Elegant hips, sensuously proud.
Lovely thick hair, swaying she goes.
Lively wide smile lusciously shows!
Yearning her touch, such bounteous female.
Dancing all night when all others fail.
Answers our call, with pendulumed breasts.
Nearer she comes, to prove she’s the best.
Certainly she, remains undefiled.
Every male guest, wants her carry his child.
Raucus Belinda! Belinda beguiles!
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