Guest Poet: Giaconda Belli

“Soy llena de gozo”

Soy llena de gozo,
llena de vida,
cargada de energías
como un animal joven y contento.
Imantada mi sangre con la naturaleza,
sintiendo el llamado del monte
para correr como venado desenfrenadamente,
sobando el aire,
o andar desnuda por las cañadas
untada de grama y flores machacadas
o de lodo,
que Dios y el Hombre me permitieran volver
a mi estado primitivo,
al salvajismo delicioso y puro,
sin malicia,
al barro, a la costilla,
al amor de la hoja de parra, del cuero,
del cordero a tuto,
al instinto.

-Giaconda Belli

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Grandma’s Hands

Grandma,
How I remember the way that your hands would knit,
And how they worked hard to provide for your family.
I remember how you raised your children,
And invited them to participate with you in the Mystery…
I remember your kindness,
And the way your eyes smiled.
I rmemeber your dedication,
Your service,
And the way that you cared about everyone.
I remember you hugs,
But most of all…
I remember your beautiful heart.

 

Guest Poet: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Rima XXIV

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que a un mismo tronco enlazadas
se aproximan y, al besarse,
forman una sola llama.

 

Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran
y armoniosas se abrazan.

Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.

Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan
y, al juntarse allá en el cielo,
forman una nube blanca.

Dos ideas que al par brotan;

dos besos que a un tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden;
eso son nuestras dos almas.

-Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
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Bonus Poem:

Rima XX

Sabe, si alguna vez tus labios rojos
quema invisible atmósfera abrasada,
que el alma que hablar puede con los ojos,
también puede besar con la mirada.

-Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

A newspaper headline …

“LeBron James ousts Lionel Messi from No. 2 spot on Forbes’s highest-paid athletes list”

Fame fortune, power and sex,
The media rants and raves.
Propping up one personality,
And bringing down another.
Their influential lense,
Shapes some peoples’ reality,
And more importantly their worlviews…
Who makes the most money?
Who has the most sex?
Gossp gossip…

Lies and lies,
With a dash of truth,
What is ‘real news’
…anymore?

For many, it’s about making,
A product as sexy as Rohit Khandelwal’s smaile.
Marketing ! Marketing!
What will sell?
What makes sense?
Why should they care?
Emotional appeal?
What’s fake?
What’s real?

In this muddy environment,
Many times we forget what is relevant.
What is really newsworthy?
Will we hear about the beautiful and good?
Or just the horrible and evil?

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Guest Poet: Samuel Beckett

Cascando

1
why not merely the despaired of
occasion of
wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives

2
saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words
terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending
pretending
I and all the others that will love you
if they love you

3
unless they love you

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Speed of Light

Spinning quickly like a beam of light,
Powerful changes unfolding so quickly…
Even electrons and nuclear fusion… cannot…
Eeven begin to happen this fast.
Do I trust?
Or do I fear?
Fear leads to death…
Love leads to hope.
I choose to trust,
Going where my Love wishes me to go…
He has orchestrated this process,
To refine and to grow me.

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