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  Jul 2014 JoBe Arenas
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
The mundane day
Eaten by the ebony sky
Empties into the basin
Of the new day

Time is old
Yet there exists
The new day
Existing due to the passing
Of the old time

Renew the soul
Of every human
Who wakes again
To the new day
Soulful bass driven music written poems
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
The flower of our past
Is no longer in bloom
Just as my love for you
Gone with the season

A new bloom is expected
Coming just as soon
The last season ended,
Bringing new colors to show

The petals gracefully
Fall to the soil
As they die they bring
Forth new hope

I like the changing season
Must cope with the cycle
Of transition and change
Yet it is known as life, quite strange?
another old poem from some time ago
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
Rise and shine all ye people
Now is the mornin'
Of a new beginning

Put on all ye work boots
Get ready for the labor
Which garners man's favor

Get out on the fields
Toil till the sun goes down
Do this without no frown

For this is the cycle
Morning in and morning out
To reap and sow the blessings abound
old poem
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
From the day we met
To today I was dreaming of you
I knew it was love
And nothing would stop me
Even if I had to give up "the game"

You showed me
I could be a better man
The kind that gains respect
Not through bro code
But the knight's code

There are days
I wish I could save a damsel
But it seems clear
You are meant to save me
Every time I'm with you

I want to tell you
So many things
But when you're around
I end up silently admiring your grace
I'm sure I love you...

I wish you only knew
Sort of a reply poem I guess
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
To give
In to the desire
Is to give
In to the fire
Your soul
one shot short poem
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