Poetry

"COMO UNA GOTA DE ROCÍO MENGUÓ"

nobody@vox.com(Corbijn Mani) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:48:15 -0800

Como una gota de rocío menguó, y tengo que aceptarlo, amiga mía. La estrella boreal,o de bóreas, se replantea en este crudo mes, salir con el frío, yo tengo a mi mamá, que se levanta antes, para darme calor y... abro las vent...

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A matter of appreciation...for the believer. A matter of appreciation...for the enthusiast.

nobody@vox.com(Bycha (bye-chay)) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 15:47:32 -0800

I ran across (no pun intended) this sonnet published in 1630 by Jacobus Revius a Protestant poet and preacher who through a self-accusatory technique which many 17th century artists of the Calvinistic reformist movement employed to examine their ...

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Leaving the Hospital (1st draft)

nobody@vox.com(Lucy) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:25:26 -0800

Leaving the Hospital I am climbing the golden stairway of my hair to the sweet hereafter a flute is playing and I wonder if it is real music of heaven and I am deceased my legs somewhat numb but no, I see the flautist in his tuxedo I half expe...

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"EN RECUERDO DE BACARISSE"

nobody@vox.com(Corbijn Mani) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:20:40 -0800

Asimétrica fachada, la casa Coilliot,en Lille, con forma y caracter moderno, me recuerda las casas de muñecas, de estructuras arabescas, maderas recubiertas con mogate, como usan los alfareros y... Trato de hacer una alabanza, a los poetas, i...

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"Lo tienes muy fácil..."A TIRO DE PIEDRA"

nobody@vox.com(Corbijn Mani) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:06:10 -0800

Hace tiempo que no hago poesía. dar en la lata no es difícil, está a tiro de piedra, y........ok Tiene que ser a la primera, en mi caso es sencillo, tengo fuerza y puntería. Juan,Pedro,Javier y yo, lo intentábamos,en nuestro pueblo,muchas v...

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Her Auburn Spiral Staircase

nobody@vox.com(Lucy) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:57:34 -0800

Her Auburn Spiral Staircase I have waited for birch-wood fingers to unclasp taciturn bun and auburn steps to fall loose with flame-fish swimming the dull light of a dirty-shaded lamp where she sits brush clutched in hand torturing her s...

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Twittering ( a special rough-draft surreal poem for Halloween)

nobody@vox.com(Lucy) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:21:22 -0700

Twittering The spent rocket shuddered and sped toward the blue world below. The people were twittering on the sidewalk. The birds in the trees were also twittering When the debris crackled and hissed in the sky the birds stopped twitter...

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My Moses by Wendy Videlock

nobody@vox.com(Lucy) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:46:45 -0800

My Moses Big Jack and his walking stick live on the ridge. Navajo orphan kids dance for him, bobcat urine's in the weeds, the shotgun barrel's up his sleeve, a Persian coin is on the wind. The Chinese Mountains smell the moon and arch their back...

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Soft Spots by Jason Guriel

nobody@vox.com(Lucy) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:40:09 -0800

Soft Spots They're worse than weak links in chains, which we can blame on blacksmiths' fire, and chinks in armor, made by rain of arrows. Soft spots, those parts of us that bruise, prove we're fruit that rots as hourglasses ooze. But I've a sp...

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"EL MARAVILLOSO ESPECTRO DE UNA ROSA NEGRA"

nobody@vox.com(Corbijn Mani) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 09:03:53 -0700

Una primera parte excepción, sinceramente y creo rigurosamente acaeció. Que a la vuelta sucumbiría a la locura... tal y como estaba escrito, en su diario arcádico, mis regresos al protagonismo, me mantuvieron desprotegido, huida y reenc...

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