The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable
And the light of promise ceases to glow,
When all your dreams and aspirations
Lie dormant on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless,
Life troubles just seem to abound.
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed,
Our backs against the wall;
Sometimes we feel lightheaded,
As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger
At those who misuse guns;
Sometimes we feel ashamed
Of how we treat God's little ones.
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
[Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing furiously
It never left for a moment
Bursts of fury
I found it difficult to keep
My feet placed, thus,
I clung to my knees
For one blissful moment
I could not now disguise it
Some subtle feeling
Then the current drew
Sharply away from me
With her mystery-Back out into the open sea
Yet-, still it roared back at me!
It was an expressed release
It made my head swim
I noticed it kept-step
With my exultation!?#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at times it seems as to have its own mind, its own character; as if nature was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an entity with its own lively soul.
A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]
There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit"It all happened in a matter of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52.
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Common Sides [All in Spanish/all in English]
1) Doņa Leonor's Revenge
[1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate
Was on the plate
Of Doņa Leonor'sWhen she arrived
In Lima, Peru;
To taste revengeFor the beheading
Of her husband.
And so the plot?was now played out
(in an alleyway)
As she gutted her trout!In SpanishTranslated by Nancy PenalozaLa leyenda de:
La venganza de doņa Leonor
(1627 después de cristo)El destino de Rafael Ortiz
Estaba sobre el plato
De doņa Leonor.
The Lull of Twilight [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over
the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
Shadows of the Andes; Ollantayambo; and Cesar Vallejo [Poems in English and Spanish]
1) Shadows of the Andes
[or: Song to the Andes]I shall blend-in, into theMountains-
Into the faintest thinShadowsof the mountains!
Like the moss on moistenedStoneLike a leaf blown far fromHome?(freshly fallen)!I shall blend-in, clingingTo the mountains-
Into its faintest thinShadowsNote: when I arrived back home from Peru, my 7th trip in five years [April, 2005], I had spend about 30-days this time on the trip. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and drove through the Andes.
Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife
On the edge of the thick of the woods;
They lived in an old run-down shack
For forty-years and some.
The old man hunted for his living,
And his wife sewed on her lap.
Burning Autumn Leaves [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves
[1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel pointed rake punctured
And twisted through tons of autumn leaves
(back in the '50s);
And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see
Behind it, two embankments
Leaves I didn't rake a day ago;
The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the
The bugs are thin, yet the
Frogs stay fat, young and sassy.
In these palsy times-they
Only listen, as we wither away.
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating
Poverty out on every street
(In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with desire causes stirring.
Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986);
Summer kept us busy, building
A medical clinic, in the mountains?.
(to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa
africa of the black soul
the soul of an ancient culture
the culture of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa
your voice of the talking drums
your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter
the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance
i have heard of your ageless minstrels
have i not heard of your swinging hips!
i have heard enough and have come to watch
wouldn't you dance for me africaafrica here i come africa
would you not show me to your tribes
the timid tribes of your sweetened tongues
the varied tongues of your virtuous menafrica, black soul africa
tell me about your gods
your gods of the sky and of the mother earth
your gods of the hills and of the rivers aboundshow me to your kings africa
your kings of the ancient dynasty
the ancient dynasty of rusted spear and shield
africa, here i come africaHEAVENLY GUESTheavenly guest
in its own awake
pelting on men
as well, the gods
drop by drop.
Wake up Azra.
Wake up Azra,
It is time to go.
No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity.
No one should have to scheme to procure philanthropy.
"I heard what you said, Red.
Yet, I have to disagree.
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