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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
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Tag Archives: life
Jul28
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
.
our hearts
a candle burning
quietly
.
steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves
.
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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Jul21
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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Jun8
Superlatives
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the wildest
is at the bottom
of peace
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the loneliest
is found among
a crowd
.
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.
May13
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.
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May6
They
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they panic no one
around the streets
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no one in their cars
no noise nor pollution
.
they keep the tv loud
letting anger lash out
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or let despair cover
their trapped bodies
.
they weep the chance
they resist they curse
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Mar24
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
Mar17
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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Feb4
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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Dec10
In Essence
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I press hard
most of the times
my whole
life to go beyond
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to detach myself
from disappointment
transcending
into the essence
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Nov26
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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Nov5
To Mew
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let’s sow kindness
even if we no more
like people let’s
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Oct8
Deep Into
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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
.
how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
.
I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
.
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Sep10
Summer Poems – Giving
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dry leaves scattered
on the summer tall grass
unable to move
.
dead to
themselves ready
to mulch
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withal giving
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Jun18
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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