Between you and I – a poem

I’m glad those weren’t flowers you were bringing from the car. I’m glad you didn’t notice me when I left after class. I’m glad you didn’t take me with you on that weekend fishing trip. I’m glad you moved away with people more like you. I’m glad your disorderly...
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The nursery

You uprooted me from the clay pot in which I had grown comfortable and beautiful. You took me home on your SUV where I lost a few leaves and some glamour. On your patio I hung out for a good week barely fed, until you decided to plant me. Only digging a hole wasn't...
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Dead weight – a poem

Amor, I've carried you with me for too long. You don't want to walk by me and you are dead weight. Now I'm leaving and there's no room for you in my arms. One travels faster without baggage. © 2007 tuttysan Dead weight. See more Love...
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There is a country in the world poem

Following is an excerpt of ¨There is a country in the world poem¨ (original title: Hay un Paìs en el Mundo) by Dominican Poet Pedro Mir. The poem transitions from describing the beautiful land to lamenting its problems, using imagery that is dark and sad and powerful....
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Hide and seek – a poem

  Where did your thoughts take you that Sunday morning? What object did you loose in that treacherous maze? Where did you go and who inhabits your body? Where is my love, where's my love? What did you do the night we separated? Who pushed you away,  why weren't we...
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Exposée – a poem

If you know me well you'll know I say what I think and write what I feel, that I rarely wear my favorite color; that I show my smiles and cover my tears. That the water is not as shallow or as clear as it looks and though I indulge in simple pleasures, I'm not about...
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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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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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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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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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Momentos

Cerré los ojos y al abrirlos encontré tu sonrisa; y al tomarme de mano me guiabas en un círculo de danzas en el pasto de esa pequeña loma en la cual, sólo minutos antes, las vacas comían en tranquilidad. Respiré sociego y empaté tu sonrisa, sintiendo gozo... del tipo...
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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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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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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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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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What I gave you – a poem

What I gave you were crumbs of love whatever the passion wolves didn't devour. What I searched for in you were tender hugs respite from the hurt of times sour. And I didn't buy you any rocks... the ones worthy of big commitments. There was no white dress flying to the...

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If Eminem were Zen – a poem

If Eminem were Zen what would he rap about then? Would we hear all the slander if there weren't any anger? Would he give fans such a thrill without threatening to kill? Would he still be Slim Shady if he started chanting daily? Eminem, multi-platinum: If you shed the...

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Damaged goods – a poem

  Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there? Life support cut you short. You were not so rare. Torment ceased. Now deceased... Do you get to watch? Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch? Pain is a magnet for those who ache; but arid is the...

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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...

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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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The Unending Gift – Jorge Luis Borges

Following are Spanish and English versions of "The Unending Gift" by Jose Luis Borges. I find this piece particularly moving, for possibility is the highest gift. The Unending Gift - Spanish (English below) "Un pintor nos prometió un cuadro. Ahora, en New England, sé...

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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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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...

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Romance is a garment

Romance is a garment in the washing machine. It needs the right setting and temperature to clean. With frequent washes, colors will fade. The garment might shrink, or it could even break. But if break it doesn't, and habit it withstands, It becomes more comfortable,...

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