"amazonia" poems
Bonjour
buon giorno
guten morgen
despabílate amor y toma nota:
sólo en el tercer mundo mueren cuarenta mil niños por día
en el plácido cielo despejado flotan los bombarderos y losbuitres
cuatro millones tienen sida
la codicia depila la amazonia
buenos días good morning
despabílate
en los ordenadores de la abuela onu no caben más cadáveres de ruandalos fundamentalistas degüellan aextranjeros
predica el papa contra los condones
havelange estrangula a maradona
bonjour monsieur le maire
forza italia buon giorno
guten morgen ernst junger
opus dei buenos días good morning hiroshima
despabílate amor que el horror amanece
2k
i heard my friends today
they hated our society, they say
they forgot
the society is them
its us
the mother of all mother
what happened in Amazona
will forever left me scarred
she does not deserve
this kind of cruelty
we destroyed
who saved us all
im sorry
but i lost all my hope
for humanity
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Welcome to Cloud Corp.,
We're in the air,
We're everywhere,
24/7/365 plus leaps.
No need to yellow your walking fingers
To reach out and touch someone.
We're everywhere,
Ethernet, WiFi, bluetooth.
We're behind the scenes,
We are the scene,
Promising that we're never mean,
Just ramping up your thought-put,
Instantaneously as we speak,
Googo-hoo,
twit-face,
Sky-bay,
Amazonia with free ship,
Making it too **** simple
To Lean back and Digg your Drudge.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
Have you ever seen a lion in the jungle?
Or a macaw in Amazonia
Have you seen a crocodile in the swamp?
Or a squirrel in the woods
Maybe you saw a whale in the ocean
Or a grizzly bear in the forest.
Did you notice their emotions, because they feel happy.
They are at home.
Where they feel content,
And that is how I feel when you're around me.
Filled with vigor and joy, never expecting anything to go wrong.
But am I right to feel at home with you?
Are you the one for me?
Perhaps I'm wrong to be happy with you.
But I don't want to be without you 'cause I may never be at home.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
so much to say
dont know where to start
under the tangled sheets,
i will learn to breathe
and finally walk
time slows
leaves fall
the cool mist
against
my living skin
my veins
a rainforest
just itching to
come alive
at your warm touch
blood boils
like natural
hot springs
pleasure,
its own serene illusion
i freefall
frozen in time
like little porcelain angels
of the night
tumbling as season change
(b.d.s.)
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
#*Single monks dwell alone, due to pride
but true monkeys go seeking their bride;
and a monkess (no nun)
loves some rain with her fun
on the street’s sunny simian side.*
Cohabiting the sky
suspended droplets and sunlight
cloud vapor silvered with solar illumination:
A MONKEY’S WEDDING !
We shrieked it and jumped around
along that shifting frontier
between childhood and joy
between sunshine and falling raindrops
MONKEYS !
We knew they were entering into conjugal bonds;
nuptial specifics were irrelevant
the celebration was probably far away
in Borneo or Congo or Amazonia . . . or behind the sky
but it was monkeys getting married
only there and then:
along that impermanent line
where the rain didn’t know the sun was out
and the sun did not know it was raining
that fine line: monkeyshine
shout it out (when you were 8)
negative ions in the air
distant yells of children
hopeful smell of peaceful summer neighborhoods
THE MONKEY’S WEDDING#
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
Lives... she saves everyday
Millions, Billions, i cannot say
Despite her everyday struggles
People go their way
Today she is burning
Fires storming
Wildlife mourning
Her dwellers are crying
She is dying
The world outside isn't trying
Soon She'll be gone
Then we will realize that so much could've been done
I'm just a soul in billions
Trying to get the attention of millions
Please, my friends , PRAY
That no matter what, she will STAY!
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC