Tag Archives: life

Seasons

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I end up at times

visiting old friends

dinners stretching

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over time feeding

our souls

the privilege

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of recalling

the spirit’s

visitations

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our hearts

a candle burning

quietly

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steadily shaking

in the evening

breeze leaves

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we are made to fall

and to die

full of colors

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when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.

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Everlasting

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life as a bird

an egg in a nest

in unexpected

 

places hidden

cared for and guarded

with parental

 

love cracking to

the first light revelation

being fed and

 

taught to sing

before I could fly out

into everlasting

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Superlatives

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the wildest

is at the bottom

of peace

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the loneliest

is found among

a crowd

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the kindest

is yourself forgiving

after rage

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Poem from the collection Silente

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Last week no poems were ever published due to the gravity of George Floyd’s killing and in observance and solidarity of Black Out Tuesday and Black Lives Matter.

The Look My Soul Has

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.

An Upside Down World

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tonight
the moon is full

emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated

from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light

an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to

find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes

slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within

 

 

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…

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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery

as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay

where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder

when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds

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Time

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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged

time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested

and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath

time shows itself
and swiftly go

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.

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Love is Reverence

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I have worn shoes
covered with trails

dust sticking loud
louder than my long

path of silence I
have asked to see

the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream

where roads aren’t
hard where people

say without speaking
love is reverence

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I Was Once

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I was once

part of my dad

and also part of

my mother

 

later but not so

literally I was part

of someone else’s

 

further I will be part

of the trees’ roots

contributing to the

flowers’ beauty

 

part of water

somewhere in

the sky all along

I was part of god

 

but here you

stiffen and say

I cannot

 

prove it

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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.

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