"mariano" poems
a tongue with cheek lampoon
that shout Barca, save
Barcelona when blazing jack (of spades)
into the net with goal of The King's Cup
if Estelada retort his court
these embattled cries of democracy in Spain
why land ** as Mariano Rajoy
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
How many Someone’s lay planked on their waist and stare aimlessly at the candle’s flame?
Who of You is daring enough to close Your eyes and in space alone, simply drive- drive away?
The same Someone’s and Who’s-of-Who’s, on occasion holler at the moon with expectation of a bark back; or is God but a prestige to fools that We allow to wear Normal on Their crummy ******* name tags?
Sometime around Christmas there is a salivating peace, sifting downward on ordinary people, whom really don’t feel like being cold, you know?
This is me, rotting away on the carpet, a blanket’s blanky for the floor, just staring through the shutters on the vent below my brow; in the reality of it, I should probably schedule a spring cleaning…not for the vent folks.
You see- and I’m trying to be as casual as I can- I’m about to ******* pass out, you know what I’m saying?
This is that incredible moment where I’m the Bob Feller of dozing off, 9 innings of shut-eye talent, but at 2 or 3 in the morning…it looks as though I’m bringing in Mariano Rivera to close it out,
I can almost smell the scraps of mowed grass, kicking up from his cleats as he jogs closer to where home is; I never really find out if he makes it to the mound…
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Nakalatag sa kalsada
ang mga bangkay. Hindi
pantay-pantay.
Mga diyaryong nakatingala sa langit.
Wala silang mga pangalan sa
mga dumaraan;
maliban sa nakadapang pulang bus-
si Don Mariano.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
¡Oh, lengua de los cantares!
¡oh, lengua del Romancero!
te habló Teresa la mística,
te habla el hombre que yo quiero.
En ti he arrullado a mi hijo
e hice mis cartas de novia.
Y en ti canta el pueblo mío
el amor, la fe, el hastío,
el desengaño que agobia.
¡Lengua en que reza mi madre
y en la que dije: ¡Te quiero!
una noche americana
millonaria de luceros.
La más rica, la más bella,
la altanera, la bizarra,
la que acompaña mejor
las quejas de la guitarra.
¡La que amó el Manco glorioso
y amó Mariano de Larra!
Lengua castellana mía,
lengua de miel en el canto,
de viento recio en la ofensa,
de brisa suave en el llanto.
La de los gritos de guerra
más osados y más grandes,
¡la que es cantar en España
y vidalita en los Andes!
¡Lengua de toda mi raza,
habla de plata y cristal,
ardiente como una llama,
viva cual un manantial!
1k
Father Time stood undefeated.
Bonds came close, but Barry Cheated.
Roger Clemens had a career for the ages
but oft fell prey to roid based rages.
Mariano Rivera was a more worthy foe
No pharmacological freak was Mo.
He threw one pitch, his control well learned,
and he chose to leave on his own terms.
I stood up and joined the cheers
the day Rivera last appeared
and, though I wept to see him go,
Time would never lay him low.
Mo Struck out Time, he had it cooking
A called third strike that left Time looking
like Beltran caught in the bright lights
good morning, good Evening and Good NIGHT!
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Remember Mariano and Jose
Driving us down from Laguna Negra
Listening from the backseat as they sang
Renaye, Bern and Terry, so merrily
At the top of their voices we drove down
Feeling the dance of it, hearing them toss
Their unrehearsed duet, swelling sweetly
Mariano and Jose, Synergy
Chuckling and singing
We stopped for the boy scouts
Marching full-tilt
With straight lines of gusto
They couldn’t hear us and
No one looked back
While they barreled ahead and
So did we, merrily, merrily
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Mariano is a humble man
In an ego crowded sport.
The greatest closer of his age-
of all time, by some reports.
He never liked the music
That played when he appeared.
None can match the saves he made
as the stadium rocked with cheers.
He wore the number forty two,
In honor of a man
Who in his day took more abuse
than most of us could stand.
When that last batter is retired
When his last pitch has been thrown
When Girardi cannot summon him
by picking up the phone.
Then next winter will seem longer
And next Spring devoid of cheer.
Mariano is retiring,
This is to be his final year.
I remember his great moments
and recall his failures too.
The later are made easy
by the fact they were so few.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
ACORDEI A PENSAR NAS BORBOLETAS
Acordei com o cantar de avezinhas afinadas,
Olhei para o tempo sem pedir nada,
O riacho leva agua abençoada,
Acordei, esqueci mágoas…
Junto a roseira vi uma borboleta,
Seu tamanho era tao pequeno,
Se saciava num cardo mariano.
Olhei para o meu limoeiro florido,
Lagarto esverdeado meio esquecido.
Caminho entre vinhas formosas,
Suas folhas esverdeadas,
Joaninhas atarefadas,
Pedras graníticas e xistosas…
Olho para o céu azulinho,
No meio da videira esta um ninho,
Bem no alto do mais nobre pinheiro,
Esvoaça um milhafre sorrateiro.
Me espanto e tudo me apaixona neste vale encantado,
Deus e o mundo seja Louvado…
Victor Marques
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Mariano Rivera is as close
to God as we will ever see
Christ-like on the mound
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Douro com sua natureza
Sentei me numa pedra de xisto junto das vinhas,
Rodeadas elas estão por ervas daninhas,
Tentilhões que lindas fêmeas com bicos diferenciados,
Com penas, musgo e teias de aranhas dos telhados.
Natureza que Deus na terra santifica,
Alma pura com amor que dignifica.
Horizontes alaranjados de ouro fino,
Meu Douro, meu amor, meu destino.
Sobreiros, giestas amarelas e brancas,
Cato mariano que bendizes e encantas,
Noite que chegas com a madrugada,
Videira do vinho do homem por Deus abençoada.
Quando a noite vem refresca os sentidos,
Deixa te embalar com tantos alaridos,
O Douro corre com devoção e amor,
Consagrando Deus e Senhor.
Victor Marques
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC