¡Oh qué gratas las horas de los tiempos lejanos
en que quiso la infancia regalarnos un cuento!
Dormida por centurias en un bosque opulento,
despertaste a la blanda caricia de mis manos.
Y después, sin que fueran los barbudos enanos
o las almas en pena a turbar el contento
del señorial palacio, en dulce arrobamiento
unimos nuestras vidas como buenos hermanos.
Hoy se ha roto el encanto: ya la Bella Durmiente
no eres tú; la ilusión de trinos musicales
se fue para otros climas, y pacíficamente
celebraré contigo mis regios esponsales,
al rendir el espíritu, de rostro hacia el poniente,
en la paz evangélica de los campos natales.

Stop waiting on the stars
To open your dreams
Let light be
The source of
All your themes
Hide not behind
The moon
Letting lies
Be your doom
Open the letter
Life is just a
Postcard away
No postage due
Sunshine's still free

We exist
In the spaces between the lines
In the pages of a story
That we write at different times

We live
In the subtle phrases
In the corners of a poem
That we read in early morning

We love
In between the moments
In a way we can't quite say
That we know is far too dangerous

When God created you,
He threw away the mode,
You are who you are,
Your Blessings are foretold,

He made you very special,
He made you very wise,
You are so very unique, and
the Apple of His eye

You are so ordinary,
That people just don't see,
God made you in his image,
and so abundantly.

So, always remember,
just look around and see,
We are All God's creations,
You're genuine, the Ordinary!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/2/2025

the sending of vibe
from a vibrating vocal cord
hidden in the larynx

I want to take the role of the leader
But not in an ordinary manner
Not as the glowing lionhearted fighter
More like the calming heart healer

I will take care of my own pack
Protecting souls from dark attacks
Stepping in, when time cracks
Reaching out, when valor lacks

But know that you can form me
I want to be the way you need me
In your eyes, the best i can be
In my eyes, the one you may believe

Seeing lights about to shatter
Moves my heart to solve the matter
In joy and fever we shall shine together
Together, wherever, whenever, forever...

I find myself here
Under the sycamore rain,
Again, loving you.

Someday you will cry for me
Like I cried for you.
Someday you'll miss me
Like I missed you.
Someday you'll need me
Like I needed you.
Someday you'll love me,
But I won't love you.

The world at peace.
Will it ever happen?
Perish the thought, you say.
Are you happy with killing?
Kisses are sweeter.
But bombs deal death instantly.
Sorry, but love lasts forever.
Why this bizarre dance?
Dizzy dances, you say?
Why not lifetimes of love,
glorious days, dreams of delight?
Why not kiss a bomb turning it
into red roses? It's not magic.
It's love everlasting.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

"oh, you've shaved your head"
she said
"new look?"
"yeah"
I replied
"I call it: non-seminoma"
"I now belong to that rare club"
"must be fun"
she snorted
"it is"
and I was glad at least
she was not a gravedigger

Im not going to pause my life
just to keep you in it

I've been watching our reruns on repeat
And it's not a comfort show anymore

Like the story was over and we shouldn't have been renewed for season four

Dining and Wine sipping lovers
Like a Red Rose to think of
Evening of elegance
Beauty and Harmony
Tone of the night through avion
Food quality delight
Music making everything alright
Dance of two of eyes facing in a trance
Swirl and circle
Kiss highlight
A date of all time
Full Moon watch
Stars advance
Feeding romance
Reservation and atmosphere being the right place at the right time
A Man and his women being worthwhile together
Reservations granted
The kiss reserved in ******
Five Star quality
Total excellence

Living
if  you call it living

vicariously
through  you

a passenger on  every
trip

where
you always drove

‘tis a different kind of ache,
a softly broken heart
a fallen apple, bruised;
gently held, and soothed -
then slowly prised apart

Son de abril las aguas mil.
Sopla el viento achubascado,
y entre nublado y nublado
hay trozos de cielo añil.
      Agua y sol. El iris brilla.
En una nube lejana,
zigzaguea
una centella amarilla.
      La lluvia da en la ventana
y el cristal repiqueteo.
      A través de la neblina
que forma la lluvia fina,
se divisa un prado verde,
y un encinar se esfumina,
y una sierra gris se pierde.
      Los hilos del aguacero
sesgan las nacientes frondas,
y agitan las turbias ondas
en el remanso del Duero.
      Lloviendo está en los habares
y en las pardas sementeras;
hay sol en los encinares,
charcos por las carreteras.
      Lluvia y sol. Ya se oscurece
el campo, ya se ilumina;
allí un cerro desparece,
allá surge una colina.
      Ya son claros, ya sombríos
los dispersos caseríos,
los lejanos torreones.
      Hacia la sierra plomiza
van rodando en pelotones
nubes de guata y ceniza.

I believe I have reached a point
of creative decline. Been on HP
since 2013. Close to 350 poems.
I may have thought and said
about all I have to offer.

Hard to come up with any real
original worthy material, the
old well might have run dry.
Or maybe my brain is growing
addled. That happens in our 80s.

In idle times I will still look in
on you all. I have enjoyed my
time here and made some fine
and talented writer and poet
friends. Thank you.

Adieu good and gentle people.

I read here yesterday

City fein is a tormented gurl... beauty lost in her own predicament years ago

Van Morrison's her twines disregard

Now we take crawling in my skins thru the scotch on the rocks tapeworm repair ports of love

The aspirin induced commatic fall out joys need coffee and pizza and all amenities by concierge time

It runs the nights
The fright of friendship
Won't became how
Home feels how?

We stopped and talked
And stayed the fight
In nights escapes
We watch the sun
And not another fall

Ascending moon,
Her love rises, soft and radiant.
Descending moon,
Her love endures, deep and constant.

.....56.....
Absurd
Words!

Death....a common event amongst mankind and yet, tears still shead like leaves in the autumn, as the last breaths of a loved one's are deprived from us . Their souls, grasped by the boney hands of death.

He is not our enemy nor a friend, but he is a symbol of both sadness and freedom. Only to appear when a soul has left it's newly empty shell. He takes them in as his own steering them into the direction of their next life.

“Some people come from nowhere and become family.”

Writing's worse,
Music doesn't work,
Talking to you helped,

I guess I didn't want to hear,


What I knew you'd say



Eventually

Precocious baby, tempered to a china-blue hue, you
Had not been ripe as a morning glory
Before riots mongered in the plasma of your shapeless head.

Haunting as an omen, you
Had drank from the cord of my cold-blooded artery.
Turned my insides out like a shimmering dime bag
As we fell to the earth.

This man was much worse
than a spendthrift of time
unaware of what truly mattered
He wasted his words
full of worry and regret
then wore them
as clothes torn and tattered

I may not feel safe in this world but I am where she feels safest in this world

To be the universe in two tiny blue eyes
Oh what a gift and a cruse

Years of wishing of death to give birth to the fear of immortality.  

Not because I don’t want to abandon this world : yes I do but because I never want to abandon you

Oh what a burden to want to die but I cannot because I exist as the apple of your two little blue eyes

Sonnet.


Une musique amoureuse
Sous les doigts d'un guitariste
S'est éveillée, un peu triste,
Avec la brise peureuse ;

Et sous la feuillée ombreuse
Où le jour mourant résiste,
Tourne, se lasse, et persiste
Une valse langoureuse.

On sent, dans l'air qui s'effondre,
Son âme en extase fondre ;
- Et parmi la vapeur rose

De la nuit délicieuse
Monte cette blonde chose,
La lune silencieuse.

there a fairy in my garden she visits me at night
i know when she is there her wand it has a light
flying all around flying round the plants
on the edge of my pond she does  her fairy dance

she wears a gown of white a tiara on her head
flies along the borders of my flower bed
just before the dawn she flies in to the sky
waves her fairy wand as she says good bye

Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.