The haunting – a poem

Mourn the realization of loss as you dwell in the limbo of what could have been dreams of togetherness we could have had blurs of connection on another plane Standing by subconscious to observe the marks of regret in your eyes the pleads for understanding in your...

Of love and Concentration Camps

"What good is living when you are no longer needed?" It is true, you are not needed. But are you loved? Ah, yes. You lost the capacity for unconditional love. Feelings did not survive the Concentration Camps. Your reptilian needs are well covered. Thankfully. Your...

My Valentine – a poem

My dearest love, The wind delivered you. By my window you sang a song. You took me for a walk and showed me paths. They were full of roses, water and green. And far off, the hills stealing every breath. You hugged me and we looked together. We want it all, and you and...

Reach – a poem

My flesh has no skin, my wound no scab. And that subtle scratch you didn't make is making me bleed. You reach your hand across the table, the one that's wise. It cleanses the dirt and as it goes, it weaves me of compassion a new skin dressed in understanding, glowing...

Valentine’s: single and lonely or married and miserable?

Are you single and lonely or married and miserable? As Valentine's Day approaches and many get ready to celebrate their relationships or lament the lack of one, here's a thought: It's just a date. Sometime in the past, someone thought it would be nice to celebrate...

If only – a poem

If I knew you miss me I would wonder why you don't tell me. If you were to tell me I would say do something about it. If you did something about it we would have to start over. If we did start over, we would hurt each other. If I hurt again, I would forget you missed...

Mending vs. throwing away

Tonight I mended some of my clothing. While I was doing this, I remenbered how I used to be opposed to fixing anything that broke. Even my favorite shoes, when they broke, I'd throw them away, get them out of my sight ASAP like a contagious disease. I believe I got to...

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...

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...

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....

Regresar – poema

  Cuánto camino recorrer hasta llegar a ti cuánta tierra cavar, cuántos botes anclar cuánta lagrimas llorar cuánta agua beber. Cuántos días de hablarte en silencio sin que me escucharas Cuántas horas deseándote lo mejor y sintiendo lo peor Cuánto aguarse mis ojos...

Amor del negrito

Amo a Quisqueya con sus buenas y sus malas, su bullicio empedernido, su basura y su smog; la sonrisa de los fruteros en las calles llenas de tràfico, los tígueres en los barrios con sus patas sucias y sus cacuchas, el fuifuio de los hombres a las mujeres en la calle,...

Picnic – poema

Vamos caminando hacia un llano entre las montañas, en una tarde fresca. Llevemos una sábana para sentarnos; salmón ahumado, vino y queso crema. Empaquemos todo en las mochilas. Caminemos y hablemos de todo y nada. Llevemos un mini radio y descansemos; boca abajo y el...

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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