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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The fight – a poem

  Life and I got into an argument. I called her neglectful, she called me needy. I called her stingy, she called me wasteful. I called her insensitive, she called me touchy. I said "you fell short," she said "get over it." I called her cavalier, she called me...
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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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Iron & Wine – a poem

Your music is my lullaby, Iron & wine. On these cold, lonely nights a comforting hand caressing my head; seeing me to sleep. And as I wake, flashbacks to a small Madera room sleeping on the floor. The restless nights of pure love, simple friendships, the you and...
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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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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...
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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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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...
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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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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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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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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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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...
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Tu maldición – poema

  No es una playa vacía, sino el agua que está fría. No es la neblina eterna, sino la cama sin piernas. No es un brujo en San Juan fumando cigarros con velones prendidos y fotografías al revés. No es una muñeca vudú comprada en eBay, punzanda en tus partes que no te...
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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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