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Mara Kennet Mar 2014
Elvira Madigan looks at him
While he is shaving,
This is a chronic disease
Underneath my soul is sinful grease
Darkness blackness, the lack of light
I am so tired to fight
So tired to fight
I love you
There is no cure
I love you
I am a liar
my love is not pure
my life is dirt,  distilled sin
I am so tired to fight
I won’t ever win
Elvira Madigan kisses her lover
I am imagining I am kissing you
Elvira Madigan leans forward, kisses him
He still has a blade in his hand,
He unclamps the vessel with his desires,
He unclamps his hand
The blade falls off
This is so dangerous
Like …..Love.
Mara Kennet Feb 2015
Scandinavian movies
Bring a lot of fog in my life.
My life is so foggy
My dreams are  groggy..
Elvira Madigan looks at him
While he is shaving…
Scandinavian movies
I like to watch them.
They stop this crazy Flamenco
That my heart dances
They bring the coldness of
Fjords in it.

Doctor Glas reads the verdict:

“This is a chronic disease
Underneath her soul is sinful grease
Darkness blackness, the lack of light
She is so tired to fight
So tired to fight.
She loves
There is no cure
yet
She is a liar
Her love is not pure
Her life is dirt, distilled sin
She is so tired to fight
She won’t ever win.”

Elvira Madigan kisses her lover
I am imagining I am kissing you
Elvira Madigan leans forward, kisses him
He still has a blade in his hand,
He unclamps the vessel with his desires,
He unclamps his hand
The blade falls off
This is so dangerous
Like …..Love.
Scandinavian movies
I like to watch them.
RAJ NANDY Jul 2016
Dear Poet Friends, our World today & especially Europe is threatened with terrorism from the religious fundamentalist groups like the ‘IS’ ! History teaches us that during the Middle Ages the Holy Crusades were launched with the combined forces of Christendom. May be History is repeating itself once again within a span of thousand years! Do kindly read with patience this True Story of the Holy Crusades in Verse, to see events in its proper historical perspective. Concluding portion as Part Two has also been posted here. You will find the portion on ''Motivation & The Medieval Mind'' to be interesting! Kindly take your time to read at leisure. No need to comment in a hurry please! Thanks, - Raj

               STORY OF THE HOLY CRUSADE: (1096-1099)
                                           PART ONE

                                       INTRODUCTION
For thousands of years the Holy Lands of Palestine on the eastern coast
of the Mediterranean Sea had witnessed,
Ferocious battles fought between the Christians, Jews, and the Muslims,
with much bloodshed;
For a strip of land few hundred miles in length and varying between some hundred miles in breadth,
Which they all righteously defended!
There the Ancient City of Jerusalem now stands as a World Heritage Site,
Sacred to the three of World’s oldest Religions and as their pride!
Jerusalem today is a symbol of unity amidst its religious diversity;
For on its Dome of the Rock, in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and the Synagogues, are etched thousand years of Ancient History.
In 1096, Pope Urban the Second, motivated Christendom and launched the First Holy Crusade,
To liberate Jerusalem from 461 Years of MUSLIM dominance!
Some Historians have listed a total of Nine Crusades in all,
And I commence with the FIRST, being the most important of all;
For it recaptured Jerusalem from the Seljuk Turks making it fall. (in 1099AD)
While subsequent Crusades did not make any appreciable dent at all!
Not forgetting the THIRD, led by King Richard ‘The Lion Heart’, -
Who made the Turk leader Saladin to agree,
For Christian pilgrims to visit the Holy shrines in Jerusalem and the Hills of Calvary.
The Crusades began towards the end of the 11th Century lasting for almost Two hundred years;
Had later turned into a tale of sorrow and tears!
Now to understand the Crusades in its proper perspective let us see,
The brief historical background of Europe during the early parts of
Second Millennium AD.

                         A BRIEF HISTORICAL BACKGROUND
The Normans:
During the first century of the Second Millennium, Europe was in a formative stage,     (11th Century AD)
It had began to emerge from its long period of hibernation called the ‘Dark Age’!
The Viking raids from those northern Norsemen had ceased subsequently,
As they became Christian converts settling in Northern France in the Duchy of Normandy.
In 1035 when Robert the Devil, 5th Duke of Normandy died on his way
to Jerusalem during a Holy Pilgrimage;
His only son William, who was illegitimate, was only seven years of age.
By 1063 AD these Norman settlers had intermingled and expanded their lands considerably,
By conquering Southern Italy and driving the Muslims from the Island of Sicily.
And in 1066 Robert’s son William shaped future events, -
By defeating King Harold at Hastings and by uniting England.
Now William the Conqueror’s eldest son Robert the Duke of Normandy,
Participated in the First Holy Crusade, which has become both Legend
and a part of History!
These Normans though pious, were also valiant fighters,
And became the driving force behind the Crusades from 11th Century
onward !

                     MUSLIM CONQUEST AND EXPANSION
After the death of Prophet Mohammad during 7th Century AD,
Muslim cavalry burst forth from Arabia in a conquering spree!
They soon conquered the Middle East, Persia, and the Byzantine
Empire;
And in 638 AD they occupied the Holy city of Jerusalem and
Palestine entire!
Beginning of the 8th Century saw them crossing the Gibraltar Strait,
To occupy the Iberian Peninsula by sealing ruling Visigoth’s fate!
Crossing Spain soon they knocked on the gates of Southern France,
When Charles Martel in the crucial Battle of Tours halted their rapid
advance!  (Oct 732 AD)
By defeating the Moors, Martel confined them to Southern Spain,
And thereby SAVED Western Europe from Muslim dominance!
Charles Martel was also the grandfather of the Emperor Charlemagne.
The Sunni–Shiite split over the true successor of Prophet Muhammad,
and other doctrinal differences of Faith,
Had weakened the Muslim Empire till the Mongols sealed their fate!

                         THE SELJUK TURKS
Meanwhile around Mid-eleventh Century from the steppes of Central Asia,
Came a nomadic tribe of Seljuk Turks and occupied Persia!
In 1055 they captured Baghdad and took the Abbasid Caliph under their Protectorate.
The Persian poet Omar Khayyam, and the great Rumi the mystic sage,
Had also flourished during this Seljuk Age!
In 1071 at the Battle of Manzikirt the Seljuks defeated the Byzantines
and occupied entire Anatolia,     (now Turkey)
And set up their Capital there by occupying Nicaea!
Deprived of their Anatolian ‘bread basket’ the Byzantine Emperor
Alexius Comnenus the First,
Appealed to Pope Urban II to save him from the scourge of those
Seljuk Turks!
The Seljuk Turks had also occupied Jerusalem and entire Palestine,
And prevented the Christian pilgrims from visiting its Holy Shrines!
The Seljuk, who converted to Islam, became staunch defenders of the
Muslim faith,
And played an historic role during the First Two Holy Crusades!

THE CHURCH AND THE SECULAR STATE (11th Century) :
The ecclesiastic differences and theological disputes between Western (Latin) and Eastern(Greek Orthodox) Church,
And the authority over the Norman Church at Sicily;
Resulted in the Roman and Constantinople Churches
ex-communicating each other in 1054 AD!
This East-West Schism was soon followed by the ‘Investiture Controversy’,
Over the right to appoint Bishops and many other doctrinal complexities;
Between Pope Gregory VII and the Holy Roman Emperor Henry IV  
of Germany.
Here I have cut short many details to spare you some agony!
Pope Gregory was succeeded by Pope Urban the Second,
Who was a shrewd diplomat and a great orator as Rome’s Papal Head.
Pope Urban seized this opportunity and responded to the Byzantine
Emperor’s desperate call,
Hoping to add lands to his Papal Estate after the Seljuk Turks fall!
Also to reign in those errant knights and warlords, -
Who plundered for greed and as mercenaries fought!
And finally, by liberating Jerusalem as Christendom’s Religious Superior,
Pope Urban hoped to assert his authority over the Holy Roman Emperor!
It is therefore an unfortunate fact of History, that the news of re-conquest of Jerusalem failed to reach Italy;
Even though Pope Urban died fourteen days later,
on the 29th of July, in 1099 AD!

                 MOTIVATION AND THE MEDIEVAL MIND
The Medieval Age was the Age of Faith, which preceded the Age of Reason;
A God-centred world where to think otherwise smacked of treason!
It is rather difficult for us in our Modern times,
To fully comprehend the Early Medieval mind!
The Church was the very framework of the Medieval Society itself,
With their Monasteries and Abbeys as front-line of defence
against Evil;
While combating the deceptions and temptations of the Devil!
It was a mysterious and enchanted Medieval World where superstition
and ignorance was rife;
Where with blurred boundaries both the natural and the supernatural
existed side by side !
When education was confined to the Clergy and the Upper Class of
the Society exclusively;
In such a world the human mind was preoccupied with thoughts
of Salvation and piety;
And in an afterlife hoping to escape the pains of Purgatory!
So in Nov 1095 at the Council of Clermont in France,
When Pope Urban II made his clarion call to liberate the
Holy Lands from the infidels,
The massive congregation responded by shouting, “God Wills It”,
‘’God Wills It’’,  - which echoed beyond France!
The Crusade offered an opportunity to absolve oneself of sins,
And to even die a martyrs death for a Holy cause, which motivated
them from within!
Now for actual action kindly read the Concluding portion,
I tried to make it short and crisp!


    STORY OF THE HOLY CRUSADE : CONCLUSION
                                 PART TWO

THE  PEASANT’S CRUSADE (April-Oct 1096) :
Even before the First Crusade could get officially organized,
A Peasant’s Crusade of around forty thousand took-off,
taking Pope Urban by surprise!
When these untrained motley body of men led by the French
Lord Walter Sans Avoir, and Peter Hermit reached Constantinople;
They disappointed Emperor Alexius, who for seasoned Norman
Knights had bargained.
So Alexius ferried them to Anatolia across the Bosporus Strait,
Only to be massacred there by the hardy Seljuk Turks who sealed
their fate!
Thus ended the Peasant’s Crusade, also known as “The People’s
Crusade’’.
But Peter the Hermit survived as he had returned to Constantinople
for help,
And participated with the main Crusade, motivating them till the
very end,
With his sermons and prayers till their objectives were attained!

THE CRUSADE LEADERS AND THEIR ROUTES:
Now let me tell you about those Crusade Leaders and their routes,
For this true story to be better understood.
In the Summer of 1096 French nobles and seasoned knights,
along with Bishop Adhemar the Papal Legate,
Set out in large contingents by land and sea routes, forming the
Christian Brigade!
Their rendezvous point being Constantinople, capital of the
Byzantine Empire,
And from there across the Bosporus to enter Turkey then known
as Anatolia;
To finally take on the Seljuk Turks, in response to the request  
made by Emperor Alexius.
Raymond the IV of Toulouse, the senior-most and richest of
the Crusaders,
Was an old veteran who had fought the Moors in Spain was one of
the Crusade leaders.
He brought the largest army and was accompanied by the Papal Legate, and his wife Elvira,
And later played a major role in the siege of Antioch, and Nicea.
Raymond along with the veteran and pious bachelor knight
Godfrey of Bouillon, who became the First Ruler of Jerusalem
after its capture and fall;
Was accompanied by Godfrey’s ambitious brother Baldwin and
a large contingent, -
They followed the land route to Constantinople.
The fierce Norman knight Bohemond of Taranto, along with
Robert II Duke of Flanders, and the Norman knights from
Southern Italy,
Followed the sea route to Byzantium from the Italian port of Bari.
I have mentioned here only a few, to cut short my story!
At Constantinople Emperor Alexius, administered a Holy Oath of
allegiance to the Crusade Leaders;
Hoping to win back his captured lands after the defeat of the
Seljuk Turks.

THE SIEGE OF NICEA (14th May – 19th Jun 1097) :
This captured Byzantine City was then the Seljuk Capital;
With 200 towers its mighty walls was a formidable defence!
Emperor Alexius sent his army to help the Crusaders in the siege,
And by blockading the food supply lines the city was besieged;
In the absence of the City’s ruler who had gone on a campaign
to the East, -
Alexius’ Generals secretly worked out a negotiation of surrender
and peace!
The Crusaders were angry and felt they were being cheated,
But Alexius gave them money, horses, and gifts to get them
compensated!
On the 26th of June the Crusader army was split into two contingents,
And the Turks ambushed and surrounded the vanguard led by Bohemund the Valiant.
Turk cavalry shooting arrows mauled part of the vanguard,
When the rearguard of Godfrey, and Baldwin charged in
and rescued them from the Turks!
Historians call this the Battle of Dorylaeum;  (1st Jul 1097)  
It was the first major battle  which provided a taste of
things to come!

SIEGE OF EDESSA:
Next a three month’s long and arduous march followed
under the sweltering Summer’s heat,
When five hundred lost their lives due to sheer fatigue!
Baldwin lost his wife God Hilda, a rich heiress;
Now with all her wealth going back to her blood line
as per tradition of those days,
Placed ambitious Baldwin under great mental and financial
distress!
So Baldwin with a few hundred knights headed East for the
rich Christian city of Edessa,
With intentions of claiming it as his own after the loss of his
wife Hilda!
The citizens there backed Baldwin and gave him an Armenian
Christian lady to be his wife,
And against their old childless Ruler Thoros, they plotted to
take his life!
It was not a great start for the idealism of the Crusade,
Since motivated by greed Baldwin had carved out his own
State;
While Edessa also became the First State to be established
by the Holy Crusade!

THE SIEGE OF ANTIOCH  (21 Oct 1097- 02 Jun 1098) :
Antioch was an old Roman city built around 300 BC,
Its six gates and towers fortified the city.
Its formidable walls were built by the Byzantine Emperor
Justinian the First,
And twelve years prior to the arrival of the Crusaders,
Antioch had got occupied by the Turks!
In the absence of a Centralised Command, the Crusade leaders
frequently argued and quarrelled;
Since the majority preferred a siege, so Antioch got finally
surrounded.
When food supply ran short during the winter, both
starvation and desertion plagued the Crusaders;
While Antioch’s Governor Yagi-Siyan appealed for
assistance from his distant brothers the Turks.
He tied messages on legs of trained homing pigeon,
A unique postal service of those early days!
End May 1098 brought news of a large Muslim army
commanded by Emir Kerbogha,
Had set course from Mosul to liberate Antioch from
the Crusaders!
The Crusaders now had to break in fast into Antioch,
or face those 75,000 strong Turkish force!
The Twin Towers on the southern side was manned by
an Armenian Christian Muslim convert named Firuz,
Who was bribed by Bohemund to betray Antioch!
Firuz let down rope ladders for the Crusaders to climb
inside,
And a massacre followed late into the ****** night!
Next day Emir Kerbogha’s troops arrived and the
situation got reversed,
The attackers now lay besieged by those Seljuk Turks!
After fifty-two days of trying siege food supply ran out,
Morale of the Crusaders were rather low, and some even
feared a route!
Now buried in the Church of St. Peter, Peter Bartholomew
the French priest found the ‘Holy Lance’,
About which he had a vision in advance!
This find raised the morale of the Crusaders, and some
even went into a spiritual trance!
For Peter claimed this ‘Holy Relic’ had pierced Christ’s body
after his Crucifixion;
And the Crusading army now moved out of the city in full
battle formation!
Soon after the Turkish army of Kerbogha retreated fearing
devastation!
This victory has been attributed to God and His miraculous
intervention!

                     LIBERATION OF JERUSALEM
After the conquest of Antioch in June 1098, the Crusaders
stayed on till the year got completed.
Though the death of the Papal Legate in August got them
rather depressed;
While Bohemund of Taranto took over Antioch, which now
became the Second Crusader State;
And Raymond of Toulouse became the undisputed Leader
of The Crusade!
Next travelling through Tripoli, Beirut, Tire and Lebanon;
To liberate Bethlehem they sent off Tancred, and Baldwin
of Le Bourg.
On the 5th of June they liberated Bethlehem, and on the
Seventh of June they reached the gates of Jerusalem!
Facing acute shortage of food and water their initial attack
failed to materialise,
When priest Peter Desiderius’ vision of the deceased Papal
Legate came as a pleasant surprise!
This vision commanded them to fast, atone for their sins and
make amends,
By walking barefoot in prayer around the Holy City of Jerusalem!
After a final assault on the 15th of July 1099, they broke into
the City,
Killing all Muslims and Jews with impunity!
Pious Godfrey of Bouillon refusing to wear the crown, became
the First Ruler of this Third Crusader State;
And objectives of the Crusaders were finally attained!
With the formation of warrior monks of ‘Hospitallers’ and
‘Knight Templers’, wearing White and Red Crosses respectivel
RELEVANT LESSONS CAN BE DRAWN FROM PAST HISTORY!
Xii
Por el arco de Elvira
quiero verte pasar
Para saber tu nombre
y ponerme a llorar.
¿Qué luna gris de las nueve
te desangró la mejilla?
¿Quién recoge tu semilla
de llamarada en la nieve?
¿Qué alfiler de cactus breve
asesina tu cristal?
Por el arco de Elvira
voy a verte pasar
para beber tus ojos
y ponerme a llorar.
¡Qué voz para mi castigo
levantas por el mercado!
¡Qué clavel enajenado
en los montones de trigo!
¡Qué lejos estoy contigo!
¡qué cerca cuando te vas!
Por el arco de Elvira
voy a verte pasar
para sufrir tus muslos
y ponerme a llorar.
In a old house far from the jersy shore.
Ghouls gather for in a vancant house.
For a birthday party and something more.

Pirates and she devils elvira  a mummy or two.
They awoke some old demons.
Playing games over some witches brew.

But some things are better left alone.
Trapped in the barbwire  so obscene.
They choose to raise some hell can someone text save us
on there cellphone.
The head cheerleader is now tonights top scream queen.

Nowhere to run there fighting shadows pleading for light.
It's a hell of a party.
A cake with many lit fingers  the demon wishes
you a happy ****** birthday tonight.

Scream and cry and pray to see tommorow.
Drink the witches brew.
And drown in the endless sorrow.

All victems are welcome no need for a invite.
deep in the woods its the perfect party spot.
For a demonic birthday night.
This is a write ive done under a pen name  ive had for awhile
inspired by my love of horror   and music like the misfits  
that pen name may appear hear havent decided yet haha cause  
hell i dont like to compete with myself
Yo tuve una prima
como un lirio bella,
como un mirlo alegre,
como un alba fresca,
rubia como una
mañana abrileña.   Amaba los versos aquella rapaza
con predilecciones a su edad ajenas.
La música augusta del rtimo cantaba
dentro de su espíritu como ignota orquesta;
todo lo que un astro le dice a otro astro,
todo lo que el cielo le dice a la tierra,
todo lo que el alma pregunta a la Esfinge,
todo lo que al alma la Esfinge contesta.   Pobre prima rubia,
pobre prima buena;
hace muchos años que duerme ese sueño
del que ni los pájaros, alegres como ella,
ni el viento que pasa, ni el agua que corre,
ni el sol que derrocha vida, la recuerdan.   Yo suelo, en los días
de la primavera,
llevar a su tumba
versos y violetas;
versos y violetas, ¡lo que más amaba!   En torno a su losa riego las primeras,
luego las estrofas recito que antaño
su deleite eran:
las más pensativas, las más misteriosas,
las más insinuantes, las que son más tiernas;
las que en sus pestañas, como en blonda de oro,
ponían las joyas de lágrimas, trémulas,
con diafanudades de beril hialino
y oriente de perlas.
  Se las digo bajo, bajito, inclinándome
hacia donde yace, por que las entienda.
Pobre prima rubia, ¡pero no responde!
Pobre prima rubia, ¡pero no despierta!   Cierto día, una joven condiscípula,
con mucho sigilo le prestó en la escuela
un libro de versos musicales, hondos.
¡Eran los divinos versos de Espronceda!   Se los llevó a casa bajo el chal ocultos,
y los escondimos, con sutil cautela,
del padre y la madre, y hasta de su sombra;
de la anciana tía, devota e ingenua,
que sólo gustaba de jaculatorias
y sólo entendía los versos de Trueba.   En aquellas tardes embermejecidas
por conflagraciones de luz, en que bregan
gigánticamente monstruos imprecisos
del Apocalipsis o de las leyendas;
de aquellas tardes que fingen catástrofes;
en aquellas tardes en que el iris vuelca
todos sus colores, en que el sol vacía
toda su escarcela;
en aquellas tardes del trópico, juntos
los dos, en discreto rincón de la huerta,
bajo de la trémula hospitalidad
de nuestras palmeras,
a furto de extraños, vibrantes leíamos
el Canto a Teresa.   ¡Qué revelaciones nos hizo ese canto!
Todas las angustias, todas las tristezas,
todo lo insondable del amor, y todo
lo desesperante de las infidencias:
todo el doloroso mundo que gravita
sobre el alma esclava que amó quimeras,
del que puso estrellas en la frente amada,
y al tornar a casa ya no encontró estrellas.   Todo el ansia loca de adorar en vano
tan sólo a una sombra, tan sólo a una muerta;
todos los despechos y las ironías
del que se revuelca
en zarzal de dudas y de escepticismos;
todos los sarcasmos y las impotencias.   Y después, aquellas ágiles canciones
de prosodia alada, de gracia ligera,
que apenas si tocan el polvo del mundo
con la orla de oro del brial de seda;
que, como el albatros, se duermen volando
que, como el albatros, volando despiertan:
  La ideal canción del bravo Pirata
que iba viento en popa, que iba a toda vela,
y a quien por los mares nuestros pensamientos,
como dos gaviotas, seguían de cerca;   Y la del Mendigo, cínico y osado,
y la del Cosaco del Desierto, bélica,
bárbara, erizada de ferrados hurras,
que al oído suenan
como los tropeles de potros indómitos
con jinetes rubios, sobre las estepas...   Pasaba don Félix, el de Montemar,
con una aureola roja en su cabeza,
satánico, altivo; luego, doña Elvira,
«que murió de amor», en lirios envuelta.
¡Con cuántos prestigios de la fantasía
ante nuestros ojos se alejaba tétrica!   Y el Reo de muerte que el fatal instante,
frente a un crucifijo, silencioso espera;
y aquella Jarifa, cuya mano pálida
la frente ardorosa del bardo refresca.
  Poco de su Diablo Mundo comprendíamos;
pero adivinábamos, como entre una niebla,
símbolos enormes y filosofías
que su Adán desnudo se llevaba a cuestas   ¡Oh mi gran poeta de los ojos negros!,
¡oh mi gran poeta de la gran melena!,
¡oh mi gran poeta de la frente vasta
cual limpio horizonte!, ¡oh mi gran poeta!   Te debo las horas más inolvidables;
y un día leyendo tu Canto a Teresa.,
muy juntos los ojos, muy juntos los labios,
te debí también, cual Paolo a Francesca,
un beso, el más grande que he dado en mi vida;
un beso, más dulce que miel sobre hojuelas;
¡un beso florido que envolvió en perfumes
toda mi existencia!   Un beso que, siento, eternizaría
del duro Gianciotti la daga violenta,
para que en la turba de almas infernales,
como en la terrible página dantesca,
fuera resonando por los anchos limbos,
fuera restallando por la noche inmensa,
y uniendo por siempre mi boca golosa
con la boca de ella!   ¡Oh, mi gran poeta de los ojos negros!
¡Quién hubiera dicho que yo te trajera,
como pobre pago de los inefables
éxtasis de entonces, esta humilde ofrenda!...
¡Oh, gallardo príncipe de la poesía!
Pero tú recíbela con la gentileza
de un Midas que en oro todo lo transmuta;
en claros diamantes mi abalorio trueca,
y en los viles cobres de mis estrofillas,
para acaudalarlos, engasta tus gemas.
Así tu memoria por los siglos dure,
¡oh, mi gran poeta de la gran melena!,
¡oh, mi gran poeta de los ojos negros!
¡oh, mi gran poeta!
Paseábase el rey moro - por la ciudad de Granada
desde la puerta de Elvira - hasta la de Vivarrambla.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Cartas le fueron venidas - que Alhama era ganada.
Las cartas echó en el fuego - y al mensajero matara,
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Descabalga de una mula, - y en un caballo cabalga;
por el Zacatín arriba - subido se había al Alhambra.
               -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Como en el Alhambra estuvo, - al mismo punto mandaba
que se toquen sus trompetas, - sus añafiles de plata.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Y que las cajas de guerra - apriesa toquen el arma,
porque lo oigan sus moros, - los de la vega y Granada.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Los moros que el son oyeron - que al sangriento Marte llama,
uno a uno y dos a dos - juntado se ha gran batalla.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Allí fabló un moro viejo, - de esta manera fablara:
-¿Para qué nos llamas, rey, - para qué es esta llamada?
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!--Habéis de saber, amigos, - una nueva desdichada:
que cristianos de braveza - ya nos han ganado Alhama.
               -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Allí fabló un alfaquí - de barba crecida y cana:
-Bien se te emplea, buen rey, - buen rey, bien se te empleara.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Mataste los Bencerrajes, - que eran la flor de Granada,
cogiste los tornadizos - de Córdoba la nombrada.
               -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-Por eso mereces, rey, - una pena muy doblada:
que te pierdas tú y el reino, - y aquí se pierda Granada.
                -¡Ay de mi Alhama!-
Robin Carretti May 2018
We are stuck  in a turmoil
Her pantry
All red tape
Her can good's
on him?
It's my pleasure,
And he's as painful
Spinning wheel seizure

So tinny
tiny Tim foil
Long neck-------- giraffe
Life too short he's the
end of the kabob stick
My pleasant passenger
is lovesick
Mom's lips he rattles
His eyes of the
snake
Like Arby's smoked ribs
So pleasantly
on his tab
The Webster hub
passenger drinks
Pub

Bet Ya baking Trump
truffles hum?

((Nescafe Escape))
Carmello  latte- James
Bondman another passenger
Mr. Sandman twins
of duct tape
it says

((Where I End))

Where I begin
her money vault

The piano player
Billy Joel the strangers

My own flesh
and blood
Cousins and
Arsenic and lace
poison

Threw them
over the threshold
Elvira siesta greyhound
My pleasant
passenger

Secretly pulling teeth_

mistletoe at birth
Caught in his fire
from Bruce
Springsteen
birth

The messenger
singing
Fiddler on
the roof

Matchmaker
make me a
(Outer Rim)
space station

The orange juice
his
Pulp Fiction
The argument
Please let there be
Yankee fans
Take me out
Don't  ball me out

The game with my nephews
Buy me some cashews
and
Crack-Up Jacks
My pleasant passenger
I don't care if
he ever comes
back
Mary Mack dressed
in maternity black
The funeral came with her
right-hand
messenger

Newborn
life assignment
Bravo applaud

Not everything is
so pleasant
Contradicting
My pleasant
passenger
Couldn't
comment nothing was delicious----?

Rebirth reassignments
Come at me
consignment place
Second hand or
twice around
Another passenger
coming to town
I screamed he
had no face
bandages

Robin Hoods**
The passenger gobble up
seconds poor our goods__--
The first rich
Why can't everything run smooth and pleasantly a home run or how girls just want to have fun. There is a dark side taking the pleasant passenger ride
Julie Grenness Dec 2015
Our Synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
In my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly,
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary
In my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is for free,
Smurfette's songs, so silly.
1% of the world's population have some form of Synaesthesia. Feedback welcome.
¿Por qué ese orgullo, Elvira? Que se domen
en ti loca ambición, ruines enojos,
y quítate esa venda de los ojos,
y que esos ojos a lo real se asomen.

Mira, cuando tus ansias vuelo tomen
y te finjan grandezas tus antojos,
bellas, rostro divino, labios rojos,
que unas comen pan duro, otras no comen.

Bajan a los abismos nieves puras
cuando rueda el alud; y se hace fango
después de estar en cumbres altaneras.

¡Ay, yo he visto llorar sus desventuras
a encopetadas hembras de alto rango
sobre el sucio jergón de las rameras!
De Antequera sale un moro,   de Antequera, aquesa villa,
cartas llevaba en su mano,   cartas de mensajería,
escritas iban con sangre,   y no por falta de tinta,
el moro que las llevaba   ciento y veinte años había.
Ciento y veinte años el moro,   de doscientos parecía,
la barba llevaba blanca   muy larga hasta la cinta,
con la cabeza pelada   la calva le relucía;
toca llevaba tocada,   muy grande precio valía,
la mora que la labrara   por su amiga la tenía.
Caballero en una yegua   que grande precio valía,
no por falta de caballos,   que hartos él se tenía;
alhareme en su cabeza   con borlas de seda fina.

Siete celadas le echaron,   de todas se escabullía;
por los cabos de Archidona   a grandes voces decía:
-Si supieres, el rey moro,   mi triste mensajería
mesarías tus cabellos   y la tu barba vellida.
Tales lástimas haciendo   llega a la puerta de Elvira;
vase para los palacios   donde el rey moro vivía.
Encontrado ha con el rey   que del Alhambra salía 
con doscientos de a caballo,   los mejores que tenía.
Ante el rey, cuando le halla,   tales palabras decía:
-Mantenga Dios a tu alteza,   salve Dios tu señoría.
-Bien vengas, el moro viejo,   días ha que te atendía.
-¿Qué nuevas me traes, el moro,   de Antequera esa mi villa?
-No te las diré, el buen rey,   si no me otorgas la vida.
-Dímelas, el moro viejo,   que otorgada te sería.
-Las nuevas que, rey, sabrás   no son nuevas de alegría:
que ese infante don Fernando   cercada tiene tu villa.
Muchos caballeros suyos   la combaten cada día:
aquese Juan de Velasco   y el que Henríquez se decía,
el de Rojas y Narváez,   caballeros de valía.
De día le dan combate,   de noche hacen la mina;
los moros que estaban dentro   cueros de vaca comían,
si no socorres, el rey,   tu villa se perdería.
Tus cuatro sílabas suenan,
«Teusaquillo, Teusaquillo»,
Como un cantar armonioso
Que va en la noche perdido.

«¡Teusaquillo!» De los Zipas
Plácido y buscado asilo,
Cuando en época de lluvias
En el llano el turbio río
Formaba grandes pantanos
Y borraba los caminos!...

De los empinados cerros,
Bajo ramajes tupidos
En las quiebras, murmurando
Dos arroyos cristalinos
Descienden. Cercados pozos
Aquí, al soplo de los riscos,
Tienden sus fríos cristales,
En que peces fugitivos
Nadan, en límpidas aguas,
Donde el serrallo escogido
Del Zipa, su carne bruna
Hunde en mañanas de estío.
Aquí jarrones de Ráquira
Se ven con dibujos finos;
En pilares, cornamentas
De ciervos, conchas, colmillos
De leopardos; en colgantes
Jaulas, bajo cobertizos
De tupida cañabrava,
Son deleite del oído,
De aves de variadas plumas
Dulces cantos no aprendidos
En los maizales de Tenza
O en las selvas del Gran Río;
Labor de orfebres quimbayas
En los muros se ven ídolos,
Y sobre tapiz de esparto
Que se extiende a todo el piso
Pieles y telas vistosas
Teñidas de rojo vivo,
El mismo que en grandes piedras
Perdura en los jeroglíficos.

El Licenciado su gloria
Manchó con nuevo delito.

No pudo entregarle el Zipa
Los tesoros repartidos
A los nobles del Zipazgo,
Y murió en tormento inicuo.
Pero los tres responsables
Sufrieron duro castigo,
No castigo de los hombres
Más sí del poder divino:
Uno, muerto por un rayo,
En día de cielo limpio,
Otro en un juego de cañas,
Y otro, de lepra raído.

Por el incendio de Bosa,
Ya sin techos como abrigo,
Para el Reino conquistado
Capital Quesada quiso,
Y todos, asiento de ella
Fijaron a «Teusaquillo»
Y cuando llegó Quesada
Al lugar que fue escogido
El recuerdo de la vega
De Granada al punto vino
A su mente, vega hermosa
En donde jugó de niño.
La Serrezuela de Suba,
Bajo un azul opalino,
Fingió que era «Sierra Elvira»;
Las colinas de «El Suspiro
Del Moro» le recordaban
Las de Soacha a su espíritu
Y los dos cerros cercanos,
En claro fulgor ceñidos,
Trajéronle a su memoria,
Entre fantástico brillo,
Los collados de Granada
Con un misterioso hechizo.

Y por eso «Nuevo Reino
De Granada», al punto dijo,
«Será el nombre de esta tierra
Del Rey de España y de Cristo».
La aurora del seis de Agosto
Llegó espléndida. Bullicio
En el campamento. Alegre
Son de cornetas. Relinchos
De corceles apastados,
Y terror en los bohíos.

De todos los que lloraban,
Ante sus ocultos ídolos,
La muerte vil de su Zipa,
En lento y cruel suplicio,
Con los huesos destrozados,
En una tabla tendido.

Ya recogidas las toldas
Avanzan a «Teusaquillo».

Se apea de su caballo
Quesada -los ojos fijos
De todos en él- arranca
Puñado de hierba; altivo
Se yergue; lo agita y dice:
«De estos remotos dominios
Tomo posesión perpetua
En nombre de Carlos Quinto».
Vuelve a montar. Y prosigue,
Con fuerte voz: «Desafío
A todo aquel que se oponga
A esta fundación... ¡Oídlo!»
Desnudo brilla el acero,
En su puño fuerte erguido,
Y vuelve a envainarlo.
Nadie
Sus palabras contradijo.

Y al punto ordenó que doce
Casas de techo pajizo
Se alzaran, de los Apóstoles
En recuerdo.
Fray Domingo
De Las Casas por mandato
De Quesada, en ese mismo
Instante empezó una ermita
Con españoles e indios,
Y en tela de burdo lienzo
Incólume ante los siglos,
Un crucifijo pintado
Se alzó en el altar.
¡Y Cristo
Abrió los brazos pidiendo
Piedad para los vencidos!

Y desde aquella mañana,
Cuando cambió «Teusaquillo»
Su nombre por Santa Fe
De Bogotá y Carlos Quinto
Iba con un nuevo reino
A ensanchar su poderío,
El sol ya no se ponía
En españoles dominios.
Beaver Meadow Dec 2023
My favorite gifts were all from Christ the Lord:
The midnight Scrabble game where U and I
Were side by side and face to face and high
On Christmas Spirit, cherishing the Word;
That great game of Oahu that I won;
That great game of Oahu that I lost;
The time I spent pretending to be Frost
Seeking a rime and landing on a pun;
The yummy apple pie perfectly baked,
Second to  ̶M̶a̶r̶t̶h̶a̶ ̶S̶t̶e̶w̶a̶r̶t̶'̶s̶  none, and made with TLC;
The morning coffee brought to me at 3
P.M. by her who kissed me as I waked.
My favorite gifts have everything to do
With, Bethany Elvira Vitters, you!
Si escudo no me veis de roja barra,
Señora Encomendera de «Pasquilla»,
Pechero os juro que no fui en Sevilla,
Cual Pedro Antúnez mentiroso narra.

Combatí contra el moro en la Alpujarra,
Fui a Flandes con los tercios de Castilla,
Y lo mismo que esgrimo la cuchilla
Punteo en el estrado la guitarra.

En mi linaje y mi valor fiaos,
Que esta gente locuaz santafereña
Enredos siempre en los corrillos forja;

Y si el fin no sabéis de los «pijaos»,
Preguntad, doña Elvira, a vuestra dueña
Lo que dice de mí don Juan de Borja.
Julie Grenness Mar 2017
In the eye of the beholder,
Or should I say de listener?
The lucid muse of Mozart,
We're all human, though worlds apart,
Elvira Madigan's dreaming,
Mozart plays Mozart, so it's seeming,
Mozart in Heaven streaming
Into the ear of the de listener,
Of is it the eye of the beholder???????
Feedback welcome.
De pobres techos pajizos
Ya Santa Fe no es aldea.
Ya las primeras mujeres
Llegaron de hispana tierra,
Con ellas el trigo.
                                    Elvira
Gutiérrez! Tus manos bellas
Que en Sevilla antes bordaban
Lienzos para las iglesias,
Aquí el primer pan hicieron
Que lució en humildes mesas
De bravos cuyo descanso
Era vigilar y guerra.

Todo ha cambiado. Campiñas
Cercanas ya son dehesas.
El trigo en espigas blondas
Al lado del Funza ondea.

Toros, vacas y caballos
Pastan con cabras y ovejas,
Y en torno de los bohíos
Los indios en vez de flechas
La esteva de los arados
Tras de tardos bueyes llevan.
Vegas que el río inundaba
Ya son verdes sementeras,
Y conduciendo rediles
El cuerno en las tardes suena,
Mientras que toque de esquila,
Lentamente entre la niebla,
Se oye en «El Humilladero»
Sobre inclinadas cabezas.

En vez de chozas se alzan,
Con piedras llenando grietas,
Junto a espadañas humildes
Casas de tapia y de teja;
Y ojos negros y radiantes
Asoman detrás de rejas
-Con monogramas de hierro,
Muy altas y sin vidrieras-
Esperando la sonrisa
Y la gentil reverencia
De segundones hispanos
Que a esta altiplanicie llegan
Con blasón y con espada
Y con sonantes espuelas,
Y con la bolsa vacía
Pero con el alma llena
De esperanzas en los cofres
De ricas encomenderas.

Aquiminzaque ya ha muerto
En carnicería horrenda
De caciques.
                            En la plaza
Sus brazos la horca eleva;
Por las calles, entre júbilo,
El Sello Real la Audiencia
Condujo en caballo blanco
Sobre gualdrapa de seda,
Los oidores yendo en torno
En el brazo la rodela,
Y acero en alto. En regiones
Apartadas sangre riega
La codicia. Tiende en brazos,
Que sayal de tosca tela
Encubren, el crucifijo
Pidiendo amor y clemencia,
Pero en vano: todo cae
Cual muros ante piquetas.
Charles Sturies Jan 2018
Chelsea, Chelsea, wealthy
I know you're healthy
I know you got a rival in Kathy,
that is, in sassy.
Tell her about Spyro Gyro.
I don't know an Elvira
but I feel like I do
with that song by the Oak Ridge Boys
as if they're toys
and have a rule
in what they think is cool.
Dante, Dante,
you're probably **** as in the formation
'round have a tone time
or was it Doctor Chante.
Earnest, Earnest,
you'll furnish
the furnace for me
of Hell's Kitchen
if it kills you
and someone calls you
I bet, *******,
and they compare you
various carfares
with mildew.
-Charles Sturies
poetryaccident Nov 2018
Don’t get high on your own supply
so warns Elvira to the vain
using product without refrain
instead of sharing what heaven gave

stock ascribed to life’s aid
more than enough to elevate
is depleted when squandered
in private times without friends

share the wealth with all kinds
lest the king falls from the heights
become a pauper among the peers
when all could profit from treasure’s cache

lest the sanity slip away
from indulgence without gain
misery shared is more than halved
with goodness borne from your supply

lastly consider the karmic check
proffered by the one who gave
medications for toils of life
meant to be shared because you’ll die.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181127.
The poem “Don’t Get High” was inspired Elvira Hancock’s line “Don’t get high on your own supply”, advice given to Tony Montana in the 1983 movie “Scarface”.

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