To JJ

2006-03-17T08:30:00.000-08:00

Have You Forgotten Me

2005-07-30T05:19:00.000-07:00

Summer Afternoon

Voyage To Warm Places

2005-06-08T10:41:00.000-07:00

Voyage to warm places:
The lamp, burn red and glow blue;
The time everything abolishes,
From old thought to a new.
Dancing hours grin between,
And fill the space with a twist;
What the minutes fore have seen,
Of pondering ways that coexist.

Rusting bars of sound and tongue,
In ancient voice entangling sleep;
Dream within the dream we long,
And yet's not ours to take or keep.
All wandering thoughts and free,
As bonfire smoke in hours sight;
The sudden fields of discovery,
That come and go, and again ignite.

Voyage to warm places,
Or the clouds from the faraway;
All the tromps and the aces,
That never for long will stay.
Expressing dreams of underworlds,
Platitudes and open debates;
This and that together twirleds,
In our destiny and unborn fates.

The Silences

2005-05-30T22:18:00.000-07:00

The silences come and go,
they are like the summer's glow:
a cloud in sky
drifting goodbye,
- away from my sight quite slow.

Like a day that comes and goes,
yesterday's intermezzos,
night's lullaby;
how the hours fly
- till they are moments memos.

The silences in our heart,
with feelings inside rampart;
come easily
and feel breezily,
- when again they go apart

Like a day in moment's bliss,
or the breeze the minutes kiss;
as we are here:
silent to share,
- until we those moments miss.

A day, a thought, and then gone
to time's silences to carry on.
What we once heard:
a spoken word,
- an intermede liaison.

2005-05-09T17:20:00.000-07:00

It's Raining

2005-05-08T22:19:00.000-07:00

The Adjacent Possible

Lets Have a Beautiful Day

2005-05-08T09:37:00.000-07:00

Lets have a beautiful day
before the stars come to play,
their glistening shine
and twinkling divine,
- out there in the milky way.

2005-05-07T22:24:00.000-07:00

Voyage to The Sun

2005-05-07T22:23:00.000-07:00

Enchanting Days

All The Sweet Things From The Night

2005-05-07T22:22:00.000-07:00

All the sweet things from the night:
like perfumed air in bluest sight,
day is born a wish
from my dreaming bliss,
- when a star has lost its flight!

Yes now is the time to be
when sunshine comes easily,
into my garden
for spring's start en',
- to grow into colors free!

This my love shall always know,
I am hers with every glow;
again earth's born
from under careworn,
- winter's grave in grayish snow.

2005-05-07T10:32:00.000-07:00

Something About Blue Sky

Some Days

2005-05-07T10:30:00.000-07:00

Some days never will come through,
World is hopeless jumble lonely;
Something we are not used to,
In our thoughts we find there only.
Clouds are darken in the sky ways,
All our world is full of raindrops;
With our hopes in endless grays,
Where despondent never stops.

Despair not - for the bluebirds fly,
To pleasant places with new sun;
When rainbows crosses the sky,
With their magic and colored fun.
Though faraway from here now,
Heaven will open again to shine;
What's lost comes back somehow,
To make us happy and feel fine.

There are days in sullen dark,
Making us not dare to dream;
Full of remorse and its mark,
And every thought in dumbs deem.
Blazing stars are still in night,
Giving hope both high and wide;
Tomorrow will be all right,
If hopeless clouds again will hide.

Let The Joyful Sunshine Come

2005-05-06T09:44:00.000-07:00

Let the joyful sunshine come
to the inside little some,
where emotions hide
with our thoughts abide,
- and we don't know where are from.

Summer like a sweetest rose
going through and then it goes,
colored treasures
eyesight pleasures,
- all there in from lightness grows.

Everything is moments new
from the gray and to the blue,
many sunshine days
nothing long though stays,
- for each time is going through.

Feel Joy

2005-05-05T13:01:00.000-07:00

Feel joy in whatever ye'll do
then it becomes a part of you,
you'll live longer
become stronger,
- everything renew and renew.

These Five Refreshing Beverages

2005-05-04T20:02:00.000-07:00

"These Five Refreshing Beverages"
for people and their carriages,
to take some away
for this world's joyful play,
- and some inter spirit leverages.

Each Day New Away Will Go

2005-05-04T19:58:00.001-07:00

Each day new away will go
Into the night fore you know,
To memories
The minutes freeze,
- Though some from it's past shall glow!

A song may be like a thought
Where past has been again brought,
Into the mind
For us to find,
- And as music again then taught.

Refrain:
Like dews from early dawns
Each from his life shall give,
Like ducks becoming swans
Is how we all must live.

Each day new away will go
Like the summer wind shall blow,
On sweet flower
Each dwelling hour,
- To reach to the roots that grow!

A song may be like a wish
Or mere thoughts to accomplish,
That we have found
Because of sound,
- But later it becomes all this.

2005-05-04T19:58:00.000-07:00

Hello Good Morning!

2005-05-04T19:52:00.000-07:00

Good Night

2005-05-04T19:47:00.000-07:00

On A Cloud

2005-05-04T19:43:00.000-07:00

To Madrid

Like Morning Flowers Sweet

2005-05-04T19:34:00.000-07:00

Like morning flowers sweet
the day has come so neat,
with drops of dew
and songs anew,
from birds of garden and street.

In a Small House Near The Sea

2005-05-04T19:29:00.000-07:00

In a small house near the sea
with corridors and balcony,
though fresh inside
from relieving tide,
- this is not freedom for me.

There's a glass inside it's heart
like x-rays - bondage start,
twilight from waves
a thought engraves,
where boat from shore departs!

Into My Own

2005-05-04T19:19:00.000-07:00

Into my own
Where dark is too dark,
Light is not shown
Only its spark;
Tolling a rose
A pomegranate,
Time away goes
The hour is late.

The blue sculled gaped
Through background filed,
Shadowed landscaped
From within compiled;
Into my own
In lost stalactites,
Forgotten grindstone
Found and lost flights.

Into my own
Opening the deep,
Fertilized axone
Sow what you reap;
This is your evening
Fainting wilted eyes,
Morning shall sing
In a different disguise.

While We Both Sleep and Wait

2005-05-04T19:08:00.000-07:00

While we both sleep and wait
For hours new to come,
Here's a song moodily made
To catch our dreaming some;
In the hours silent still
Where wishes may seem true,
With longings to fulfill
That from the deep came through!

Everything of day's now lost
Into the blue moon and dark,
Drifting away like space dust
To where thoughts disembark;
Late is the hour and ways
Moments are never to keep,
All within minds interplays
Coming through from the deep.

While the windows are open
To our wishes and dreams,
There will be ways and holpen
Feelings resolving what seems;
Where shall heart take a thought
That is being inside its own,
When outside wars are fought
And still each and all - being alone.

2005-05-04T18:59:00.000-07:00

A Night Hour

Dance, Dance, Little Summer Wind

2005-05-04T18:54:00.000-07:00

Dance, dance, little summer wind!
there are no winter's chagrined,
yesterdays gone
into new dawn,
that shall come fresh not disciplined.

I Feel Now Old Though Young

2005-05-04T18:51:00.000-07:00

I feel now old though young
for poetic verses I long:
the night is dark
with glistening spark,
- from a milky way starry song!

The Earth is still in its youth
circling the darkness for truth,
and beyond hours
man made devours,
- space ocean's full of forsooth!

The Earth is Yellow

2005-05-04T18:47:00.000-07:00

The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.

The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.

The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.

*Catch as catch can
little shepherd man (Orillo, orillo, pastorcillo), from Four Ballads in Yellow by Frederico García Lorca

Adoration of The Earth

2005-05-04T18:33:00.000-07:00

"Adoration of the earth"
coming through at spring's birth,
flowers so bright
colors and light,
- all what the summer is worth!

Then summer started to come
with a small winsome blossom,
of color blue
innocent new,
- O who knows where it is from?

Refrain:
Blow blow western breeze,
hope new born and alive!
Give green growth to wild trees,
so blossoms leaves may arrive.

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Merry-go-round blooming time
in jörth's colors and sky's rime,
a poem's birth
from life in earth,
- where the water fresh shall prime!

The white raven is winging
in peaceful harmony singing:
O what have we found
that not goes around,
- and joy to new eyes is bringing!

I Write What I Like

2005-05-04T18:26:00.000-07:00

I write what I like, I like
to those who don't, take a hike!
do what I say
tunes in my way,
- obsolete rules are oblique!

Some are Good at Writing

2005-05-04T18:21:00.000-07:00

Some are good at writing
others, like teachers: fighting!
both are not same
got each to tame,
- in contrast and dynamiting.

Icy, Fruit-Laced White Sangria

2005-05-04T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Icy, fruit-laced white sangria"
the wisdom and prank althea,
down under roots
the hidden fruits,
that give each taste and *arnebia.

*Arnebia: a genus of Asiatic and northern African herbs (family Boraginaceae) having alternate leaves and yellow or violet flowers that change color in age.

With Two and Two Together

2005-05-04T18:14:00.000-07:00

With two and two together
work will accomplish bellwether,
to name that tune!
just a jostling prune,
- swindling done light as feather!

With Perfect Ears

2005-05-04T18:10:00.000-07:00

With perfect ears: a la cake
one -two -three -four bake!,
it's all too easy
and rhythmical cheesy,
- you got to use some grubstake.

Me me me me me me me

2005-05-04T18:07:00.000-07:00

Me me me me me me me
I'm the greatest can't you see!
What I do's so bright
nothing else is aright,
- I know nursery rimes and abc!

My Thank You Note

2005-05-04T18:01:00.000-07:00

It's so poetic, not prosaic
the music in your archaic.
Poets on feelings go
between to and fro,
- in a versification spondaic.

Authors go for gorse grain
without abbreviation sane,
sometimes saying it twice
without the metaphors spice
- not briefly, as the poets in vain!

Brisk and Bracing Drinks

2005-05-04T17:49:00.000-07:00

"Brisk and Bracing Drinks "
with money and pocket clinks,
we are going to a bar
to break the rules bizarre
- that noblemen once bethinks!

Prohibited fifths and octaves
this and that inside the 'Breves',
is not what we're to do
to get gracefully through,
- whatever your thought captives.

"Typewriting. Some more bars"
with fluffy wings to the stars,
carrying us so light
on our shattery flight:
- each site in 'wrong and right' wars!

Playing a sustained melody
to feel and to be and be,
whatever there's to find
when men aren't too blind
- and still can through clearly see!

Yes, there is a reason why
nothing's correct in man's sky,
for noble he is not
to quarrel such allot,
-each disadvantage he'll falsify!

Waterhorse à la Maman

2005-05-04T17:46:00.000-07:00

Waterhorse à la Maman
fur mine herr und damen,
everything so simple
like a young boy's pimple,
- later perhaps fur das 'German stimmen'.

"Ah, vous dirai-je Maman Tune"

2005-05-04T17:43:00.000-07:00

"Ah, vous dirai-je Maman tune"
to be sang in the afternoon,
when it rains outside
and the poet's cockeyed,
- from strain of thoughts bestrewn.

There Once was a 'Water Horse'

2005-05-04T17:40:00.000-07:00

There once was a 'water horse'
that said many times of course,
as he got himself a drink
and started to think,
- how could he take with him this resource!