Tenderness
Tenderness
Her gentle shadow,
modest
as she was,
walked in front
of her.
And now that
she has gone her
shadow
lives in my mind
as a soothing whisper.
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Lament 2
Lament
Bucolic village
Full of romantic cobble stones
Fucking hard to walk on
When your feet are old
And you need slippers and carpets
And not bogus rustic charm
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The Mare
The Mare.
Lonely horse
On a misty spring field
It neighed
Came to the fence
I stroked its damp flank
It began grazing
But looked up to see if
I was still there
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Astronomy
Astronomy
Big moon absorbed my home
Illustrious voyage through the night
Towards dawn it gently let me go
Without commas and full stops
But now I have to shave trice a day
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The Sales
The Sales
When I see people
Queuing
For eight hours
To buy something they don’t
Really need
I lose faith in humanity
To be old
Is a death sentence
One can’t repeal
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Blindness
Blindness.
While Moslems are
Discriminated in Europe
Christians are killed
In Africa
Their deaths are a byline
In a liberal world
That doesn’t see
The forest for the trees.
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A Poem
Poem
Mighty Amazon flood
Flows strongly towards the sea
Pauses by the delta
But now it is all too late
Reduced to melancholy
Sweet water blending with sea
And history is forgotten
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Mini Poems
Mini poetry
On a wall, written:
I’m a chicken
And proud of it
A grazing burro
Makes a sad landscape
More perky
The Philippines
Where old bachelors go
To find a quiet bride.
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This Land Of Mine
I have lived here for twenty years, olive trees
and brown, rugged rocks are my best friends.
Watering can and flowers in my garden, yet
the locals still refer to me as O Estrangero.
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3 Zen Poems
Zen
I will think
Of nothing
And listen
To silence
That falls
As rain
On my roof
Zen
Terror
Sinks as silt
In a lake’s
Still water
Zen
TV voices
Filling my room
With triviality
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