"reman" poems
El río Guadalquivir
va entre naranjos y olivos.
Los dos ríos de Granada
bajan de la nieve al trigo.
¡Ay, amor
que se fue y no vino!
El río Guadalquivir
tiene las barbas granates.
Los dos ríos de Granada
uno llanto y otro sangre.
¡Ay, amor
que se fue por el aire!
Para los barcos de vela,
Sevilla tiene un camino;
por el agua de Granada
sólo reman los suspiros.
¡Ay, amor
que se fue y no vino!
Guadalquivir, alta torre
y viento en los naranjales.
Dauro y Genil, torrecillas
muertas sobre los estanques,
¡Ay, amor
que se fue por el aire!
¡Quién dirá que el agua lleva
un fuego fatuo de gritos!
¡Ay, amor
que se fue y no vino!
Lleva azahar, lleva olivas,
Andalucía, a tus mares.
¡Ay, amor
que se fue por el aire!
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Why does no one hear us when we call?
We call out for change,
they say "you're too young"
When we reman silent,
they say, "why don't you say anything?"
When we ask for help,
they call us weak.
when we push through,
they ask us why we don't get help.
When we cry,
they call us "too emotional."
When we don't show any emotion,
they say we're not "emotional enough."
Why is it never enough?
We try and try and try again,
but it's never enough.
How can we please you?
Maybe we can't.
Maybe we will always be silent
I suppose that's out greatest weapon
The silence of out generation
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
degree of overcast
so the day begins
and so will reman,
the week predicted
the same, only one
variant, degree of cloudy,
mostly, partly or just...
**it saddens me deeply for
I contemplate all the lives
with this whether forecast,
or rather,
the absence of
whether,
the only variant,
the degree of overcast**
9:34 AM
Fri Jul 17
Year of the Covid
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Children of the lost,
you shall gather by my side,
hear these words for you.
The lost will reman lost,
their hope is forever gone.
Darkness has overcome their light,
and they will never seek it again.
You hold within you a beacon,
a chance bestowed upon only you,
use their darkness to lead yourself to the light,
learn from their mistakes.
You are not a monster,
nor empty screams fated to never be heard.
I find myself stuck within the realms of my own darkness,
but find light in this and travel to safety.
For it is something only you may do.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
In a park close to you
just a perfect day
I am so glad I spent it here
at hello poetry
so hold on to what you see
and you never know
candy was so surreal she painted
colours on her toes
but would not paint them on me
so my toes reman pink.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC