The old man with the pipe

I bought an outfit for an event I'm not going to attend I keep waiting for someone who never said "I'll come back" Keep peeling so someone else can suck Keep sharpening and never sharp I keep wanting, but I'm not able to And I'm not sure if I should join you Not sure...

Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...

Transit of Venus Poem: Venus second dance

  Silent bliss, of being next to. I want nothing more. Times like this, under the sun gazing at the sky on a fallen log. Rainbows of chalk grace the pavement with hues of orange, and shirts; with shades of blue, and flip-flops. "I like you", you said - as though...

Shells – a poem

  They rushed out of the water and sat in the sand, covered with years, maybe decades of life. Once used, now picked up... they really don't know the difference. If you hold them to your ear you can hear the ocean or the cry of emptiness or laments of love. That...

Time – a poem

Time is the shelf life of the irrelevant, the reckoning of the unimportant, the marker of the finite. Sixty counts of self-imposed death sentences, illusory as matter, constant as dreams. For that which matters is not subject to time. Not the love of mother, not what...

Unconditional love – a poem

Love me when there's nothing to love: when the hair has thinned, when the thin is gone. Love me when it's inconvenient: when you can't see me, or count on me. Love me when you get nothing in return: not the comfort of company, nor the passion of intimacy. Love me when...

Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

Preguntas – poema

Cuando te extraño, ¿me escuchas? Cuando mi energía esta ausente, ¿me entiendes? Cuando te llamo, ¿me oyes? Porque te llamo ahora ilusión de ilusiones ¿Que pasará con este sueño, si se hace realidad? Temo más a la realidad que al miedo de no tenerte. Es mejor seguir...

Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...

Final feliz – poema

El final nunca es feliz, pues no es final. Las flores se marchitan, la pasión perece; el drama crece y al romance inhabilita. La música cesa, el vino seca; las miradas ya no fijan, a penas cruzan. Las sonrisas no enternecen, los toques no electrifican; al amor lo...

Resignación – poema

Rondando por el blog "Recetas de Motivación Personal", me encontré con la entrevista del Chef Pablito con Alguien. Fui a su blog y me encontré con esta poesía, bella por cierta y como mi corazón hoy está un poco partío y comparto con él las ansias de que me abrace la...

Provocative writing

Update to June 2013: Paul Knopfler, the poet whose writing I refer to in this post cancelled his blog a few years ago, never to be heard from again - so the link to the full version of "The Consumer's Manifesto" will not work. However, read on to the comment session...

Hay un país en el mundo – poema por Pedro Mir

Hay un país en el mundo colocado en el mismo trayecto del sol, oriundo de la noche. Colocado en un inverosímil archipiélago de azúcar y de alcohol. Sencillamente liviano, como un ala de murciélago apoyado en la brisa. Sencillamente claro, como el rastro del beso en...

El viejo y la pipa – poema

El Viejo y la Pipa Compré un traje para una fiesta a la que no fui invitado. Estoy esperando a alguien que no quedó en llegar. Sigo aquí, pelando pa' que otro chupe; amolando y siempre boto, queriendo y no pudiendo. Y no sé si querré ir a ese lugar de donde no llegan...

Bayou con Dios

Departed swampy lands in search for brighter scenery. Alligators with mouths wide open craved your joy. In that murky water you left your shackles, tears and filth. Lighter now, you get buried on that crystal sand beach. You shed your body, but the energetic trash...

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Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

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Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

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Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there's dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It's unfair to measure the present with yesterday's tape. This suit does not fit, but it's the only clothes I have. It's either this or being...

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The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

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Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It's picturing curls as I drive in my car. It's grasping for air. It's batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer. It is fleeting....

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Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I've seen, from the lives I've lived, from the loves I've loved. I've got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I've got serenity in sea... the sound of movement, deep breaths,...

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The excuse

I'm not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I'm the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that "better" is loving and being loved. I'm the one who talks back; who didn't compromise essence for...

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Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

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