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...
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Hindsight 20/20

  Had I known it would sting so much I wouldn't have ripped you off my heart. You are the never-healing sore that burns anew with every scratch. I would have taken you every place I went, had I known you would come anyway. You've traveled continents with me,...
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Symbols – a poem

Immense, calm waters deep in blue. Its dreams in light, its fears in dark. Its vastness abounds by the greener sides. The water, the earth, the air in mind. A Sunday drive to places unknown, to marvel at the new with open arms; to bathe in the magic of the closing...
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The things we carry

The things we carry: A chandelier, a wine rack, a Buddha statue; a place of thunder, a second thought, a bulky table, an old book, a useless feeling, a piggy bank, and the hope that one day we'll unload it all and have free hands to acquire more to leave behind. By...
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Positive

If I love you, you ask Let me count the ways: I love you like I love a deep breath always available, but it feels so good when you take it. I love you like I love clean air sometimes you need to get away to find it. I love you like coffee in the morning: drink it...
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The fight – part II

Life keeps throwing punches. She's determined, she's gotta teach me. She misses some, causing no harm. She nails others, beat me up beyond recognition. She keeps striking, but won't talk... and I'm beat. I'm not calling you names this time. Not calling you overrated....
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Rest Stop

Lock myself in the shell of this cave as familiar objects provide comfort Nurture my spirit in an empty silence What I did this period, the souls I touched Roll the page and with a breath bring back my chi, nurture my spirit learning from silence when I've said so...
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Te quiero bien – poema

Te quiero bien sin dudas, sin rencores sin celos, ni temores; ausente de pasiones, e inhundada en razones. A corazón lleno, como se quiere lo merecido, lo trabajado y lo ganado. Como el valor no codiciado, te quiero bien. Te entiendo como se absorbe lo estudiado, como...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...
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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...
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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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