"franco" poems
I am ashamed that I am Spanish because of Franco
I am ashamed that I am French because of Algeria
I am ashamed that I am Algerian because of France
I am ashamed that I am American because of Bush, Iraq
and the bloodshed once among brothers
I am ashamed that I am Russian because of Stalin, Gulag
and recently of this and that
I am ashamed that I am German because of ****** clearly
(Pol *** appears more and more seldom in the lists, but one is horrified, humanly ashamed, remembering)
I am ashamed that I am English because of football etc
I am ashamed that I am Polish — only when I am not proud
I am ashamed that I am Turkish, but then there are Kurds...
I am ashamed that I am Czech and allowed myself to be stifled
(I am just as ashamed myself — some say, who feel
shame in its extremity and hide weapons in pantries, waiting for that moment
in which they wash away their shame with the blood of traditional enemies)
I am ashamed that I am Orthodox or Catholic and I wedge and split
the mountain on which Jesus bled — before others made even smaller
pieces out of his Golgotha below
I am ashamed that I am Indian because... well, it’s no matter
I am ashamed that being Macedonian I let the Greeks be even more
I am ashamed that I am Korean and one of Kim Ir Sen’s
I am ashamed that I am Korean no matter where, as long as
Kim Ir Sen’s Koreans remain
I am ashamed that I am Serbian, but... let me think
I am ashamed that I am Chinese because: ‘You’re Chinese?’
I am ashamed that I am Romanian because of Ceausescu, Dracula of course
and now, God, all these Romanians all over the world...
I am ashamed of my nation even when I am not ashamed
— but each of us seeks to forget something
I am ashamed because .......... [Everyone: fill in the blanks, write yours here!]
but you, but you — you, only you
you, whose nation filled the desolate earth with life and kindness
you are the man who begins the new day
today
with your first step
Ioana Ieronim
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Waiting for the subway and talking on the phone with her, he asked: pepperoni or cheese? You choose. “Pepperoni would be good,” she said and he hung up. The 7 train arrived, blowing back his hair. The doors opened with a dull beep and he stepped through into the air conditioning.
He sat down in the plastic orange seat, putting his backpack on the floor in between his calves. When he stopped by at their favorite, Franco’s, “Pepperoni or cheese? You choose.” Pe – Cheese would be good, he found himself saying. In a strange act of deviousness, he decided it would be a brilliant joke.
At home, she was disappointed when she saw and went to heat up spinach leftovers. As she opened the microwave door and put in the white ceramic bowl, a great sadness came over him, and he only managed to swallow down a few bites before dropping the profane slice back onto his plate.
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
*Mi táctica es mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos
mi táctica es hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible
mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé como, ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos.
Mi táctica es ser franca
y saber que sos franco
y que no nos vendamos simulacros
para que entre los dos no hayan telón
ni abismos.
Mi estrategia es en cambio más profunda y más simple,
mi estrategia es;
que un día cualquiera
ni sé cómo, ni sé
con que pretexto por fin me necesites.*
― Mario Benedetti
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
When Dagobert adorned Franco caves,
Clovis iniquity built a realm portentous?
Ate fruit from olden, -licentious ways…
Portentous realm thus be-stow-ed,
No king in truth but a nave?
Nave only to a Catholic po-et.
Hearken crier old kingdom days,
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
In regret of Dagobert's disturb-ed grave.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
The army had revolted and the Republic was at risk,
But we were just a small town- what had we to do with this?
My father, Manuel Robles, was a labor Union man.
Some called him a Communist; only now I understand.
The army had a list of men whose loyalty was suspect
And when the civil war broke out they came for them direct.
They took him, and some others, and lined them up against a wall.
It was then I heard the volley and I watched my Father fall.
They checked upon their handiwork, I cannot forget the face
Of the officer who used his pistol to give the coup de grace.
The piled the corpses on their truck and, laughing, drove away.
All were buried in a common grave to wait the Judgement day.
I stared in speechless horror at the blood soaked, thirsty ground
and at the pock marks in that wall caused by some misspent rounds.
There was no judge, no jury, no verdict, nor decree.
They killed a dozen unarmed men ; that was their victory
They slaughtered my dear padre without a second thought.
I would not go so easily; there are others, too, who fought.
Now Franco has my country and I’ve had to flee from Spain.
My heart is with my Father’s bones. I carry on his name.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Realizing how you’re more delectable
When sheets unfold
Your wicked pose
You’re crawling slowly on your knees
To beg for me
It makes me weak
To know this beat
Oh you gently touch me
Like nobody else can do
Oh you mesmerize me
I feel the magic in you
Love's so inviting when we groove
To set the mood
You sinful food
You taste so good
I feel the rising of the heat
That lights the mood
It burns for you
It burns for two
Oh you turn the key in me
I feel desire for you
Oh you mesmerize me
I feel the magic and love
Come slowly down, down over me
Come slowly down
And love, come slowly down
Down over me
Come slowly down
We move from side to side
And in and out the gloom
And into plume
In the bedroom
I feel the rising of the heat
That lights the mood
That burns for two
It burns for you
Oh you fill the need in me
I feel the fire in you
And your love's the heat, lady
A ****** healing and love
Come slowly down, down over me
Come slowly down
And love
Come slowly down
Down over me
Come slowly down
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
One man who stood among giants
Short in status
Mighty in endurance
It was the spotlight in posing
The man’s name was Ed Corney
Mr. Corney was a Master Poser
Amazement and determination throughout
Dazzle in muscle as they entertained
Ed Corney is a name that just remain
It all relates to the sport of Bodybuilding
Mr. Corney muscles were always ready and pumped
He trained with precision
Mr. Corney practiced posing with all the right moves
Posing with transition in elegance being smooth
Dramatics beyond any verbal script, but creativity being an art
Mr. Corney can be seen in the documentary of Bodybuilding being “PUMPING IRON “
Bodybuilding was Ed Corney’s heart
It was the fire burning within from the very start
One would often see Ed Corney among Arnold Schwarzzenger, Franco Columbu and Serge Nubret and other Bodybuilding champions
Mr. Corney trained lacking nothing, but everything to gain
Competition to win being the purpose
Yet Ed Corney was more than just Bodybuilding
It didn’t matter he won numerous bodybuilding titles, but ne never loss sight of devoted fans
It was Mr. Corney fans encouragement, and that is what caught Mr. Corney’s eyes on the prize of bodybuilding achievement
Mr. Corney was a humanitarian in every sense of the word
The weights in all gyms have dropped down on all floors
The loss of a Bodybuilding Champion
A long list of Bodybuilding competitions
A muscled hero will be posing in Heaven
Ed Corney’s final competition is won
He is in God’s Kingdom
God said, “I will give you rest and on Earth you did your best”
You have achieved awards on Earth
But Heaven will be your enriched birth
Ed Corney words he might would say, “Thank you fans, but my work in Bodybuilding is finished, and remember me in being distinguished. Train wise and achieve your own expectations, but always have the art of Bodybuilding in appreciation. Remember the greats who made Bodybuilding what it is today, and tomorrow being your heritage. It has been honor to share with you being one of the Bodybuilding stars. My journey has taken me beyond the Bodybuilding skies and planets. This is not a finale, but until we meet again.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
In the art section of Retiro Park’s book stalls: Picasso hides in the shadows of Goya.
Along the streets of Lavapiés: graffiti strikes a blow against the crimes of Franco.
Atop the boulders of La Pedriza: hikers spread out the city like a tent.
And in the sea-swept climes of Asturias: we adorn our plates with pulpo.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
You will not break my spirit burning bright,
turn my day to terror'd night
you will not break my cities tall and proud,
run my family underground
you will not break me!
you will not rob my leaders of their will,
clergy of their faith,
you will not peel stripes from my face
poke holes through my stars
you will not get away with this!
you will not turn my red, white and blue
into painful black and blue,
you will not break my children's acrid innocence,
my freedom to endure,
you will not take my mother and hold her hostage,
break my back first man, 'cause I'll seek justice
I'm an American!
My colors do not run,
I'm black, white, brown, yellow and tan
I'm an American!
You broke into family's home
killed brothers and sisters
one day I will get you
because I'm an American!
and
you will not break me,
you will not break me,
you will not break the hope in my child's eyes
peace will prevail to your surprise,
love is strength in numbers,
your will is bound by hatred
America slumbers no more,
the giant has awaken and
years of complacent, fat-cat politics
is now down to ***** out heretics
I got *****
I got *****
I got ***** swinging from the hips of
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull
ready to bounce you out of your holes!
I got soul,
I got soul
I got soul like no others got soul,
got soul like Tina Turner, James Brown,
Ella Fitzgerald and the New York City Fire Department
I'm an American!
I got heart,
I got heart like no others got heart
I got heart like the Tin Man found
I got heart like Tony Bennett, George Foreman,
Marlon Brando, Jesse Owens, BB King, John Belushi
Johnny Franco and the Miracle Mets!
I'm an American!
I'm an American!
and
you will not break me
you will not break me
you will not break me!
Frank Messina. 9/11/2016.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
On August 18, 1936,
a 38-year-old Spanish poet
named Federico García Lorca
was taken from a jail cell
in the city of Granada,
escorted to a courtyard
in the hills outside the city,
and executed for the crime
of loving life and Spain.
Bullets are as lethal to poets
as to anyone else.
Lorca died and fell
and was buried in a rude grave
just where he hit the ground.
His books were burned
in the public square.
What the Fascist beasts
failed to understand
in their deadly ferocity
was that killing a poet is easy,
but killing his poems is impossible.
Franco is long dead,
his Fascist minions scattered,
but Lorca's poems sing
more sweetly than when he breathed
and the Spain he loved
listens with eager ears
and chants them with living joy.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
And blood stained Franco flowers,
Treachery ruled that day,
Left with a mourning Caesar,
Germans lost their Nerve,
When Caesar wept for Cotta…
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Las horas no han pasado, todavía,
y está mañana lejos igual a un arrecife
que apenas distingo. Tú no sientes
cómo el tiempo se adensa en esta habitación
con la luz encendida, como está fuera el frío
lamiendo los cristales...Qué desprisa,
en mi cama esta noche, animalito,
con la simple nobleza de la necesidad,
mientras que te miraba, te quedaste dormido.Así pues, buenas noches.
Ese país tranquilo
cuyos contornos son los de tu cuerpo
da ganas de morir recordando la vida,
o de seguir despierto
-cansado y excitado- hasta el amanecer.A solas con la edad, mientras tú duermes
como quien no ha leído nunca un libro,
pequeño animalito: ser humano
-más franco que en mis brazos-,
por lo desconocido.
1.2k
Elige ¡oh, Juan! un amigo
Franco, sincero y honrado,
Que cuando estés a su lado
No extrañes no estar conmigo.
Un joven que imite a un viejo
En lo juicioso y prudente,
Que te conforte y aliente
Siempre que te dé un consejo.
Que se interese en tu bien,
Que censure tus errores,
Y en tus dichas y dolores
Se alegre y sufra también.
Que nunca te incline al mal,
Que no te engañe ni adule,
Y te aplauda o te estimule
Con desinterés igual.
No un farsante, un caballero
Por hechos, no por blasones;
Que sea en todas tus acciones,
No un cómplice, un compañero.
Que puedas darle tu mano
Sin temor de que la manche;
Un ser que el alma te ensanche
Cuando le llames hermano.
No le canse tu exigencia,
Ni tu carácter le hostigue,
Piensa bien cuánto consigue
La mutua condescendencia.
Que no ostente falsas galas,
Que no oculte la verdad,
Y sepa que la amistad
Es sólo el amor sin alas.
¡Oh mi Juan!, yo te lo digo,
Por este mundo al cruzar
Es muy difícil hallar
Este tesoro, un amigo.
Y es tan grave su elección,
Que te lo puedo decir,
Compromete al porvenir,
Compromete al corazón.
Y tanto influye en la suerte
Del necio que se descuida,
Que un buen amigo es la vida
Y un mal amigo, la muerte.
Como tu dicha es mi afán,
No busques falsos testigos,
Tus libros y tus amigos,
Preséntamelos, mi Juan.
1.2k
Because by James Franco
-adaptation-
Because
Because I read some books
and I was at museums.
Because I made no money,
Because I was handsome,
Because I travelled by bike,
Because I was not arrogant,
A bunch of people seemed to hate me.
I never met most of these people,
I only heard of them.
The only people I saw were the ones who carried me love,
And there were not many those people.
It was not easy to forget about the ones I heard
Hated me, and **** some of them were actually accomplished names.
I closed the book, but I kept on reading,
I watched my move a million times,
But I did not understand myself any better.
But because I read some books,
Because I made no money,
This was the life I made for myself.
Years later, I decided to look at what I accomplished,
And I watched myself in the mirror, like an old movie, I hated who I saw.
And now he was the guy who died, after I stayed.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
You were sitting on the grass
outside your tent
at the base camp
along the road from Tangiers
smoking a cigarette
when Mamie came along
and stood with her arms folded
and her red hair damp
and her face flushed
like a spanked behind
Have you seen the latrines?
She asked
No not yet
you replied
she took a deep intake
of breath and then said
I expected at least
a white bowl
but there are just two bricks
over a hole in the ground
and no paper
to wipe yourself afterwards
you exhaled smoke
and said
You’re meant to
take your own with you
Your own latrine?
She said angrily
No your own bog roll
you said
she sighed
and looked down
towards the beach
reaching to
the Mediterranean Sea
I haven’t unpacked
my bags yet
she said
and you gazed at her
standing there
in her pink shorts
and white open necked blouse
and tried not
to imagine her
crouched on two bricks
over a hole
in the ground
her legs bent
her ******* by her ankles
and her backside
mooning over the hole
Well
she said moodily
At least now you know
what to expect
and went off
towards the beach
her hips swaying
side to side
her taut buttocks
captured in her pink shorts
and the midday sun
touching your head
in a kind of blessing
with its heat
and you inhaled
smoke again
remembering the rain
coming through
Franco’s Spain.
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC
Try to pick up a girl,
I get called a pervert.
She's ******** dressed,
I mean, just look at her.
Say she looks beautiful,
compliment her hair.
She says I'm thirsty,
so she "curves" me,
I'm out of here.
They think we're pigs,
because we try to show we love her.
All they want is Efron,
Tatum, Franco, Lautner.
They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!
They're crazy.
I try to be the nice guy,
instead I'm told to go home.
Next time I see her,
she's put me in the Friendzone.
She likes an *******
tells me I'm a ****
But isn't he,
the same as me,
nothing I say works.
They get jealous,
'cause we talk to other girls.
I'm in her Friendzone though,
why does it concern her?
They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!
They're just delusional!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
I have never had such a hard time
meeting anyone in my whole life.
Weeks...months... - Last week you
could only meet me at 11pm. Now
you have trouble meeting me at
9pm? You told me you are not
working. Last week you had a job,
but when I asked you about it, you
did not answer. Never ever had such
a huge problem in meeting anyone.
EVER! If you want to meet me fine.
But this is a lot of trouble, trying
to meet you. I am free weekends.
I do not work weekends. I am free
weekdays after 9pm. It's all up
to you what you want to do.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
why did Shia LaBeouf cross the road? because he wasn’t a chicken, he was Shia LaBeouf. I want to worry. it is funny to me like Patton Oswalt and Lena Dunham being flabbergasted. I wrote once how suicides fight for position. suddenly everyone knows they were once Leroi Jones. some of course were and I want to be sorry. the original thought in my head was to be postdated in birth like a present. because of where his home is, Lars Von Trier is homeless. imagine I lived from the age of 18 to 23 and from the age of 24 to 29 I got paid to reenact those years previous. I will waste my time with yours and there will be a whirlwind of poverties speeding by and seemingly one. if the great performances of James Franco say again how the unknown soldier is the eater of fame I swear I’ll call you and your double out as Lynchian.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
mary joe
tescilli bir fahişe
gündüz taşakta dostuyla
gece sabaha dek durakta
biraz egolu ve bencil biri
mesajla yürür avına
oldukça kibar gerçi
güzellik
sıfırın altında bana sorsan
bı sıkımlık karı
sikik bir gizem yaşatıyor içinde
sanırsın darı ambarı
gizem tanımı ne olabilir
yalan, dolan dipsiz kuyu
mary joe bu
bugün aşığım der
yarın,
siniz-li, sunuz-lu
ama uyandırayım
franco'ya üflediği gibi
sessiz takar boynuzu
orospu işte
yine de
tam bir profesyonel
diyemem
ilgi ve alaka bağımlısı
fakat ne
tezat bi durum
azgın olsa da
bir kalbi var değil mi?
neticede insan
peki
ya, gerçekler?
kırdığı cevizlere
bulaşan pis kan?
duyuyorum
şarkı söylerken
ip asıyor mandala
bu halini bile bile
hangi öküz girer tarlaya
diyorum ama
dinleyen kim?
ahh mary joe
biliyorum isteğin bu değil
yürek
hoplatan biri olsun diyorsun
gezelim sarmaş dolaş
deniz kıyılarında
hiç olmazsa bir kez öpsün
kırk yıl bitmesin aşkı
özlesin saat başı
nihavendi, hicazımı
kim bilir
gerçek olur belki
bi posta atar sana
ama sadece bi posta
belki de oldu
misyoner uzandın yatağa
ahh mary joe..
uykusuz mary joe
işven yutulur sanma
göt attığın yolların
cünup sabahlarındasın..
..
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
I wish my hands were rockets
So I could see the show
Watching them blast off, whe'er they go
I don't really want them anymore
So to them I wave adieu
Well, I would if I had hands...
Instead I flop arms
Like a seal waiting for a meal at your local circus
I pitch tents
And people sometimes visit (read: never)
but a few have wanted to see the show
And see me bark
They probly honk the horn better than I
In the end of the day I pray for a sickness to leave my body
And to not struggle anymore
But I don't think that's really the point
I think it's a story about rising above...
I'm still at the ocean floor, though
And there's a long way up
but away from the dreary, let's focus on cheery
As I carve pumpkins in the shape of silence
There's nothing in April for the stuff in October
So I fold over a game of poker
For another month or two
Pour me a drink, Scottie!
A fifth of *** and a shot o' her
Wondering eyes cut ties to those morals we hold most dear
None of you are mine, and I have little right to peer over as I do
But oh, do I
Wondering eyes are best plucked out by Ravens
Like that's so Edgar Allen Poe
Half Black females can squander careers... or blame
it on the ***** or disney channel
Spring Break, *******
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
*For America
For Bin Laden
and for Jonathan C. Franco...you’re welcome.*
"As ye deal with my contemners,
so with you my grace shall
Deal;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”
-Genesis 3:15
Thro’ the perilous fight
How we forget flesh and bone
that rot in history’s unmarked grave
in oceans white with foam.
A woman weeps over his body
so undeserving of the dead.
But evil is not snuffed out
by a bullet to the head.
An eye for an eye is blind
Oh say can you see?
As He died to make men holy,
let us die to make men free.
May God bless America.
Justice has been done.
Glory, glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
Stage spotlight off
Darken Theater
No Image to see
Total Silence
Franco Columbu is no way to be
The Bodybuilding stage has loss another of its own
Franco Columbu has a name that was full blown
His strength our courage to venture
Living life being his adventure
Your posing ability perfection to the core
Your challenging mode in bodybuilding will be remembered in your taking whole
Franco Columbu, you achieved while others wondered
You had a plan that had been created yonder
Being small in Bodybuilding didn’t matter, Franco Columbu you felt were giant being Goliath
You were used to competing other Bodybuilding Giants
I remembered seeing on ABC-TV in the Strongest Man Competition and you proved there was another side of you beside Bodybuilding, and it was strength
You went every length
Being unstoppable yet able
You were a total sportsman in every sense of the word
The Bodybuilding world is stunned of your passing
But your strength of Character will live in all of us
It’s that pumping iron experience that gives us strength to carry on
Its fan too fan being strong
You are absent from the Bodybuilding stage, but will be close to our hearts
I saw you Franco Columbu as Robin and Arnold being Batman
Conquerers with a destiny to triumphed to center stage
Mission to establish dignity in honor of Bodybuilding
You will be pumping up spiritually
I will remember you on TV in the Mr. Olympia 1975
You shined with greatness and your muscles were tensed
There’s a legacy for us, “Prove in effort until done”
You were an Achiever and Believer
Who says one shouldn’t if one never tried
Excuses is not an never option being your thought
Bodybuilding and Powerlifting work hand in hand and you proved that
It’s a known fact
You will be missed
Wine and grapes will never be the same
But your remembrance in the Bodybuilding game will always remain
As a fan you will never know
But your name Franco Columbu I will never let go
Until we see each again
My eyes look to the Heavens until when.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
250 squats is more than 250 steps... as i said before, with god dead the dietician is deemed respectable as topic of every conversation.
raffaello baldini
dante alighieri
umberto fiori franco buffoni
milo de angelis,
none sing
a ciao bella! not one;
bleaching is the process
of cultural invigoration residing with only
one ***** donation; oh hell, raise one
up yourself - i can't be bothered,
i just ate a pâté & meat with fat sandwich,
am i to hit the treadmill? i don't think so...
but i know you are;
i was never going to be a Japanese tourist,
i.e. a pensioner.
otherwise in England: mind the personal space,
mind the personal space... don't touch me! don't touch me!
mind the personal space... you're not the narrator,
don't enter my personal space! don't touch me!
Jane Austen neurosis... mind the personal space...
don't dare touch me!
fine... fine fine fine, the rolling hills of Yorkshire
and ************ was inspiration for
Herr Roach Hair in Ashtray -
the countryside girls became such a bore
when they entered urban environments,
all the adventures prior became one hour engagements
in terms of ******* the adventures
of homily... make a nag nag nag blah remark...
a n'ah n'ah n'ah nagging gesture...
queen's wave... whatever that means,
Elisabeth the Second
became disgruntled at having
the clock and bridge named after her
but no Shakespeare to parallel her reign,
only the dumbing down to mind, hookah hooray!
Charlie's waiting to tie the knots for his Lawrence
escapades into Arabia.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
it’s in these unsuspecting faces where i find love.the oblivious glance you give while i’m picking myself apart for it.
because that crack of your smile may be the deepest that i’ll get.
sleep by the side of unrequited emotions.
in the night, i see jack-o-lantern eyes.
i hear the witches call.
i’ve over grown these bones and they just need the rest.
but your stomping feet on darkened streets echos in my sleep.
the memorial cadence i can’t quite escape.
chopped, bipolar thoughts. stuck in a corner, each wall turned away.
by knowing that i love you, i force this sun to be alone.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC