"vates" poems
Señora Muerte que se va llevando
todo lo bueno que en nosotros topa!...
Solos -en un rincón- vamos quedando
los demás... ¡gente mísera de tropa!
Los egoístas fatuos y perversos
de alma de trapo y corazón de estopa...;
manufactores de fugaces versos;
poetas de cuadrícula y balanza,
a toda pena, a todo amor adversos..:
los que gimen patética romanza;
lacrimosos que exhiben su película;
versistas de salón y contradanza;
cantores de la tórrida canícula;
del polo frío, del canoso invierno...
líricos de alma exánime y ridícula!
Bardos que prostituyen el eterno
jardín, y que florecen madrigales
de un olor soporífero y externo...
Vates ultra-sensibles y banales
que ningún vaho de verdad anima.
Gramáticos solemnes y letales...
Malabaristas de estudiada esgrima!
¡Oh tristeza perenne de las cosas
que no tienen sabor, -hechas a lima!
...En un rincón quedamos las tediosas
gentes sin emoción, huecas y vanas...
¡Lléguense las nocturnas mariposas
fúnebres, y que lloren las campanas...!
Este fastidio que me está matando...
¿dónde las almas íntimas, hermanas...?
¡Señora Muerte se las va llevando!
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Beans bloat the wit f'art's aches,
to ease acceptance of the winds we
make up, as crude ensamples,
of bubbles bursting to loose the essence
essential pressure to hold a bubble, apart,
as its content passes gurgling past pyloric valves,
posting notes to axions reflecting gut felt reasons
to try something, some new thing, not locked away
whole truth evident -ly holy tomes beneath the vates
old place of divination and meditation, temple ground.
Das Grund. Watch your step, settle in Jello-hello, y'ello,
who may I say is calling?
Those bubbles of being, measured with all the latest ware,
continue to pervade our manners of speaking, current terms
of endearing adjectives splattering the walls of our bubbles,
as our windows bump, and I catch you looking,
back looking to seem to wish to know, who looked first.
What does it take, to make up one's own mind,
after the riddling writers and wind fiddling poets, pass
as spirit forms from god's own duodenum, in effect.
Allman Brothers, I do believe, we smelt that smell.
But it may have been me stepping in your mud.
Pedantic note to knowing more or less,
In pagan Rome the vates resided
on the Vatican Hill, the Hill
of the Vates.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vates>
We are currently doing as Vates did, don't you agree?
A little leaven, in the right forest, at the right season.
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
embrace vates....
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
embrace vates.....
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC