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"ecuador" poems
Many people write a "bucket list" of things they want to do before they die.  Now in my 80th year, I don't have the time or the energy to do things that others might aim for, but I have during my life visited many places, seen many things, and enjoyed many experiences that I would have been sorry to miss. There have also been some events that I would have preferred not to experience, but which have enriched my life in different ways, and which I remember with a kind of sad affection.   Some of these are very personal to me, and would not be interesting to most people, but read the note if you wonder why I chose them. Here then is what I might call                                                   My Reverse Bucket List Towns and cities – architecture & atmosphere    Barcelona, Spain    Venice, Italy    Oxford, England    Jerusalem, Israel    Luxor, Egypt    Varanasi, India    Hiroshima, Japan Pompeii, Italy Other locations    Galápagos islands, Ecuador    Great Barrier Reef, Australia    North Woolwich, London Churches    St Paul's Cathedral, London    Sagrada Familia, Barcelona    Coventry Cathedral    Córdoba Cathedral, Spain    Blue Mosque, Istanbul Other structures    Taj Mahal, Agra    Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland    Royal Festival Hall, London    London underground system (because it was the first, and I rode it for a long time).  Also the more splendid underground railways of Mexico City and Moscow.    Avebury Ring, Wiltshire, England (the largest prehistoric stone circle in the world, and much more primitive than Stonehenge)    Bayeux Tapestry     "Angel of the North" statue, Gateshead, England    "Christ the Redeemer" statue, Rio, Brazil Events    Messiah at Royal Festival Hall, Feb 1959, with the girl later to be my wife    St John's night, Spain, early 1990s (?)    Death and funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales, Aug 1997    Oberammergau passion play, 2010    Destruction of World Trade Centre, Sept 2001
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Bucket List? -- Not Me!
Many people write a "bucket list" of things they want to do before they die.  Now in my 80th year, I don't have the time or the energy to do things that others might aim for, but I have during my life visited many places, seen many things, and enjoyed many experiences that I would have been sorry to miss. There have also been some events that I would have preferred not to experience, but which have enriched my life in different ways, and which I remember with a kind of sad affection.   Some of these are very personal to me, and would not be interesting to most people, but read the note if you wonder why I chose them. Here then is what I might call                                                   My Reverse Bucket List Towns and cities – architecture & atmosphere    Barcelona, Spain    Venice, Italy    Oxford, England    Jerusalem, Israel    Luxor, Egypt    Varanasi, India    Hiroshima, Japan Pompeii, Italy Other locations    Galápagos islands, Ecuador    Great Barrier Reef, Australia    North Woolwich, London Churches    St Paul's Cathedral, London    Sagrada Familia, Barcelona    Coventry Cathedral    Córdoba Cathedral, Spain    Blue Mosque, Istanbul Other structures    Taj Mahal, Agra    Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland    Royal Festival Hall, London    London underground system (because it was the first, and I rode it for a long time).  Also the more splendid underground railways of Mexico City and Moscow.    Avebury Ring, Wiltshire, England (the largest prehistoric stone circle in the world, and much more primitive than Stonehenge)    Bayeux Tapestry     "Angel of the North" statue, Gateshead, England    "Christ the Redeemer" statue, Rio, Brazil Events    Messiah at Royal Festival Hall, Feb 1959, with the girl later to be my wife    St John's night, Spain, early 1990s (?)    Death and funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales, Aug 1997    Oberammergau passion play, 2010    Destruction of World Trade Centre, Sept 2001
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
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Sweet Earth, each molecule of me has come from you.   Sesame seed, broken into amino acids and calcium, became my tiny bones; bananas, potassium, the cells of my brain. If we could trace each atom back, we'd find Kansas, Iowa, Ecuador, Spain. And further still, through unimaginable millennia, these same atoms --the very same-- were flung from a supernova, only to recombine, here, on Earth. "Of star-stuff, are we made." Carl Sagan said. And then (when I'm dead) the same in reverse: the atoms' slow dispersal: pulled in by roots, washed by rivers, melted in magma, blown, finally, to smithereens by the exploding sun.... Star-stuff, once again, become.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
Star-Stuff
I walked the ridge solo, downward into the squall, battling hail with ice-brick hands, the rain pummeled me below the alpine line all the way to my nylon abode. I wish I were still there, it was joy.
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Rumiñawi (Ecuador 2001)
I am like a lone wolf who hastens across the tundra of Northern Hemispheres, with stealth. Our temperature has risen and the Chinook boldly reveals her austere formation across the vast expanse of alpine variation. I understand that your customs may be nomadic, as they roam across the treeless plains of baron socialisation. But will they lead you beyond the West coast of Ecuador? Therefore, always remember that layers of permanently frozen subsoils are designed for terrestrial corridors of arctic sojourns.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
An Ancestor of Canis Lepophagus
Before she got on the plane She wondered what the Andes would be like High in the mountains. And she worried That her silver-spoon belly wouldn't handle Whatever it is they eat there. And she worried That the kids would cut her pack and take Whatever it was she was carrying. And she worried That the hot Amazon air would scorch her lungs Whatever the temperature is in the rainforest. But she didn't expect That Avocado ice cream Would be the best kind there is. And she didn't expect The shy village girls To play with her long braided hair And she didn't expect That the sweet, warm jungle air Would turn her city into a castle- Princesses don't belong in towers.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Ecuador II
Vultures breathe like dragons, old chalky smoke dissipating into the two story windows. They silently stalk the curvature of the walls each step freeing grimy steam, the constant chugging of a train. Can’t keep their scarves under control weaving like salmon up stream, their stiletto heels making no sound washed out by typing and keyboard sighs. Apotheosis (Latin): to become god, each word in these shelves claim emperor status, fiction novels start their own scrapbooks encyclopaedias reach the 5th floor committing literary suicide. Don’t keep books open the words will float away. Letters will do anything to escape their pages. History on hierarchy exploiting the 19th century microfilm making a hierarchy in the history section, jamming the 20 cent printers with advertisements. Riots silently blossom, hidden in broken globes from Ecuador to Kenya. They are uprising burning the library down.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
Everything circular
Sigh no more, Put it all in a drawer, Don’t let life be a bore, Go out and explore, Cast your line from ashore, Do the things you adore, Remember it like it was pre-war, Like you ran out the backdoor, Didn’t stop screaming till the encore, Waited and watched the downpour, While kids called you ******** And you listened to folklore, Praised the big uproar, Traveled to ecuador, Chose to ignore Listened to the troubadour, Forgot to abhor, Gazed at the eyesore, Praised the antiwar, Dreamed evermore.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 5:01 PM UTC
Sigh no more
(i am my only captor) i've missed possibility and the 3.15 to ecuador won't quit its wreckage nor its descent, a mist, wistful through glass i'd rather shatter in a fit of impulse in a fit of anything in the fit of a blue bottle in your hand or mine (either way i'd feel concussive) and the fit of a moldavite splinter in the palm of the kneeling woman accepting your absinthe-stilled rage so her little ones' heels wouldn't and every time you walk through my door i'm tempted to say welcome home, but the way you hit the pillow at night itches my fingers to report abuse and none is meted but to you, so i write my greatest love-letter upon your thoracic vertebrae and whisper security through your cell window pajamas, and wait 'til hours before first light to do it all again when you wake.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
showing symptoms of stockholm syndrome
Amparo ¡qué sola estás en tu casa vestida de blanco! (Ecuador entre el jazmín y el nardo). Oyes los maravillosos surtidores de tu patio, y el débil trino amarillo del canario. Por la tarde ves temblar los cipreses con los pájaros, mientras bordas lentamente letras sobre el cañamazo. Amparo, ¡qué sola estás en tu casa, vestida de blanco! Amparo, ¡y qué difícil decirte: yo te amo!
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Amparo
Tears rush down my cheeks My nose runs I desperately scrounge for Kleenex You stand and stare awkwardly Unapologetic for your cruelty You're safe for now; I'm still crying But once this flood stops And I figure out exactly how much is your fault You'll die I still have ten seconds of bawling You have ten seconds to run Run to Ecuador and become a drug dealer **** off the Yakuza in Kyoto Double cross a gang of Trinidadians Become an alcoholic gold miner All of these are less consequential than what I plan to do. Any place is safer than in front of me, so you'd best be fleeing. Ten seconds ************
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Ten Seconds
Last night in Ecuador with the last stray dog. Last few bottles of pilsener lasting only however long my drunkenness lasts. Cuz it's the drunken bliss, not ignorance, that makes the night last
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
Saludos
She was my non sequitur; Like that hottie From the south of Ecuador, So nice yet so ****** But this one was my interrobang Questionable excitement, To her laughter my ears lent Cautious echoes that sang, Of the skies sunny and blue Where the beaches were Anything but mild And the babes They were so wild, Yet the endless raves Seemed so few. As she was my turbulence Distraction under calm seas, ****** cadence With a purr Like a swarm of bees, No other will equate to her, Why I met her; and never will again I'll never know for sure, but then Aren't those the ones we yearn the most for‽ APAD13 012 - © okpoet
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Interrobang...
¿Como se llama? Creo que es "Ecuador" Porque usted es Muy calor
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Un Piropo Muy Tanto
I extolled them as they went about their Menial tasks in suits of silk; Sunday bests amidst the concrete, the earth, The broken shards of Bamboo splintered skin, hiding interiors                           And further, the broken mirrors of                           The broken memories of the                           Broken histories upon the                           Broken backs become names wrought ancient. Though further from fractured, a family calls, Beholden to the absolute intent, but one wish – Eternity amongst the bountiful brethren left behind Atop tea-brimmed Mountains and a One malevolent, revered benevolent, Mao. One more saga prerequisite this newer dynasty red –                           Witness the                           Wives huddled plowshares,                           The daughter scribbled arithmetic                           And sons assumed thrones to legacy. I scrutinize soiled  – smoke amid pear peelings, The dirtied – unscathed and archaic, So very fatigued – just one more nail, For his eternity, with scratch and Sliver of blood, a sanctity upon chin                           Beyond cradled hammer,                           Hand hugging thumb,                           Thumb beyond nail, iron or the                           Heart impaled homesick; But I and hand asserting tie, freshly pressed, Almost gleaming with an embezzled prestige – Born unto Arcadia, a puzzle near complete Continued to run, with only second’s pause to admire, So very far from the fields of, “father,” or first blink, While Sunday’s best weep, work and wither. This man with joint autographed, “end,” and                           Soon to be mound, history wrought dust,                           A chipped Henan ceramic                           And hours in attempt to breach;                           Behold the back of Chen. The title of this piece was inspired by observing constructions workers wearing suits we'd typically wear for an interview. That being said, my venture in China is near an end - years in the making. What's next? Ecuador? Japan? Morocco? Montana? Either way, I could never thank China enough for all that'd become naked before I and my pilgrimage christened, "world."
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Behold, the back of Chen
I extolled them as they went about their Menial tasks in suits of silk; Sunday bests amidst the concrete, the earth, The broken shards of Bamboo splintered skin, hiding interiors                           And further, the broken mirrors of                           The broken memories of the                           Broken histories upon the                           Broken backs become names wrought ancient. Though further from fractured, a family calls, Beholden to the absolute intent, but one wish – Eternity amongst the bountiful brethren left behind Atop tea-brimmed Mountains and a One malevolent, revered benevolent, Mao. One more saga prerequisite this newer dynasty red –                           Witness the                           Wives huddled plowshares,                           The daughter scribbled arithmetic                           And sons assumed thrones to legacy. I scrutinize soiled  – smoke amid pear peelings, The dirtied – unscathed and archaic, So very fatigued – just one more nail, For his eternity, with scratch and Sliver of blood, a sanctity upon chin                           Beyond cradled hammer,                           Hand hugging thumb,                           Thumb beyond nail, iron or the                           Heart impaled homesick; But I and hand asserting tie, freshly pressed, Almost gleaming with an embezzled prestige – Born unto Arcadia, a puzzle near complete Continued to run, with only second’s pause to admire, So very far from the fields of, “father,” or first blink, While Sunday’s best weep, work and wither. This man with joint autographed, “end,” and                           Soon to be mound, history wrought dust,                           A chipped Henan ceramic                           And hours in attempt to breach;                           Behold the back of Chen. The title of this piece was inspired by observing constructions workers wearing suits we'd typically wear for an interview. That being said, my venture in China is near an end - years in the making. What's next? Ecuador? Japan? Morocco? Montana? Either way, I could never thank China enough for all that'd become naked before I and my pilgrimage christened, "world."
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In the past five years, you haven’t stepped foot into a hospital. Unlike your best friend, whose father had cancer, and unlike your grandmother, who slipped and fell and broke her hip and you were vacationing in Ecuador when all of this was happening, unable to escape from the tropical rainforests to visit the sick and dying. Your friends tell you that you’re lucky, that they’ve been to hospitals twelve times since their birth, but at this point, anything would be more exciting than coming home and falling asleep. Even your favorite TV show can’t keep you awake anymore, and instead of being in surgery or giving birth, you curve your spine into a C shape while trying to finish homework that will never truly be done. But if you really cared about any of this, maybe you would drive to the hospital, take a stroll down the maternity ward, though suddenly you’d remember that you don’t know how to drive and maybe you’ll never get out of this place, maybe this is all there will ever be.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
Hospitals
Not quite white Not quite spanish Hungrier than both Mad as a hatter Revolve around the periphery Of an institutional reality Never wanted in Just want to be the loudest Soldier in my name Myopic like a cruise missle I will exist I will resist My front door was a portal to guayaquil, ecuador And every morning I would travel back to the states On a yellow school bus Singing songs Watching the white kids play Silent like a penitent altar boy Realizing all at once That i was not the same I am not the same as you Though my eyes are green And my skin pale You know nothing of my heart Or the battles i've fought
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
Zebra
You might think it's a social commentary but to me it's just a bit of poetry. If I rant and rave about saving the whales or some jungle in Ecuador, they're just words and not for dissemination, just for you to read and it's all in my fertile imagination. I write as I feel,I don't kneel at the feet of Shelley or Keats, if you want that instead of my kind of writing, the right kind of,bright kind of,tight kind of, then go right in and read.the difference is in the breeding,the reading is all of the same, I won't change my style nor my name just to be, a tick on your checklist for your friends to see. This is not commentating this is my heart remonstrating with the soul that's inside me. this is my poetry take it or leave it.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Taking a running jump with the suicide crew
En el ártico mar, bajo la grave, fría techumbre del borrado cielo, rota la proa, yace antigua nave, prisionera entre témpanos de hielo. A do vayan inquietas las miradas en esa soledad do el hielo impera, tan solo ven llanuras desoladas, rocas de hielo... hielo donde quiera. Entre las sombras de la noche bruma, Del horizonte en el confín distante; turbio aparece el sol, fosca la luna, y en el cielo se ven solo un instante. De la llanura en la extensión inerte jamás de vida palpitó un aliento, y no flota en la calma de esa muerte, sobre ese horror, ni voz ni movimiento. Antes de que sus flancos destrozados fueran allá donde la nave mora, de los rugientes mares dilatados todas las playas conoció su prora. De las hijas del viento en compañía la vio del ecuador el cielo urgente, y cruzó con gallarda bizarría los mares todos, desde Ocaso a Oriente. Vió la boca del Ganges; el distante Cabo de la Esperanza; surcó el seno del Mar de las Antillas resonante, y su bandera recorrió el Tirreno. Era su nombre PORVENIR; su vida fue el libre y ancho mar; y yace ahora por témpanos de hielo detenida, e inmóvil yace su volante prora. Los años pasan. Desde el turbio Oriente la mira un sol de luz amortiguada, y una luna sin brillo... y lentamente la nave se deshace abandonada. Ya derribó los mástiles el noto; la quilla, entre los hielos, yace endida; se hunde el puente... el timón está roto, y cayó al mar el ancla desprendida. ¡Arriba, el cielo tenebroso y frío y el desierto en redor, mudo y sombrío!
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La nave entre hielos
En el ártico mar, bajo la grave, fría techumbre del borrado cielo, rota la proa, yace antigua nave, prisionera entre témpanos de hielo. A do vayan inquietas las miradas en esa soledad do el hielo impera, tan solo ven llanuras desoladas, rocas de hielo... hielo donde quiera. Entre las sombras de la noche bruma, Del horizonte en el confín distante; turbio aparece el sol, fosca la luna, y en el cielo se ven solo un instante. De la llanura en la extensión inerte jamás de vida palpitó un aliento, y no flota en la calma de esa muerte, sobre ese horror, ni voz ni movimiento. Antes de que sus flancos destrozados fueran allá donde la nave mora, de los rugientes mares dilatados todas las playas conoció su prora. De las hijas del viento en compañía la vio del ecuador el cielo urgente, y cruzó con gallarda bizarría los mares todos, desde Ocaso a Oriente. Vió la boca del Ganges; el distante Cabo de la Esperanza; surcó el seno del Mar de las Antillas resonante, y su bandera recorrió el Tirreno. Era su nombre PORVENIR; su vida fue el libre y ancho mar; y yace ahora por témpanos de hielo detenida, e inmóvil yace su volante prora. Los años pasan. Desde el turbio Oriente la mira un sol de luz amortiguada, y una luna sin brillo... y lentamente la nave se deshace abandonada. Ya derribó los mástiles el noto; la quilla, entre los hielos, yace endida; se hunde el puente... el timón está roto, y cayó al mar el ancla desprendida. ¡Arriba, el cielo tenebroso y frío y el desierto en redor, mudo y sombrío!
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The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for. I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all? Then the timepiece changed into a watchtower and it changed back on the hour, every hour what tricks these eyes can play what puzzles and to blind. In the end I wouldn't mind a new beginning somewhere with a decent climate and slightly South of the equator where I could do a baked potato on the rocks. but don't worry they'll twin you with a town up in the Pyrenees which you'll find out will be full up with the Chinese who'll be making origami chewing gum from Sorghum and reciting verses from a book by ...tse Tung The end is just a fixture another game we play away.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Postcards from Ecuador
So in another life We have a daughter Looks like her Writes like me Europa Report Ocean water Ecuador 3733        We.
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Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 2:15 PM UTC
Another Life
A man packs his bags, opens the door that was once his and leaves. Behind him, his daughters and her broken wife. This was the end of a long war of broken hearts and thieves. The man went to a new woman, who was once his nightlife. She wants her children to be safe, but vengeance grew in her heart. He, the leaver, wants to be forgiven, but pride is much stronger than his desires. First the papers, then the unpaid bills and child support, everything is falling apart. Refusing to share the blame, all his lies backfire. He can no longer see his daughters, he no longer knows how to love, bad choices escalating. The daughters leave him, the mother marries a good guy, he marries the witch of the night. He is texting and calling no replies from his blood, he can no longer feel, he is just deteriorating. God, he is falling, “Raul, you all right?” Raul? He wonders, why didn’t she call me dad. “I just wanted to tell you, that mom said that you have to stop treating me like a messenger.” He looks perplexed at her daughter, when did she grow? Who is the lad? “Let’s go, dad,” She says to the lad next to her. They hop on the plane leaving Ecuador, with no sadness or pity to him whatsoever. Leaving the man behind as he left them once, with his mouth that once said the word the ruined his life.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
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