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au dessus de nos toits
des oiseaux
dessinent le matin | img2poems |
promise made to self
time to began again
a new year's positive change | img2poems |
muchas palabras recibo de ti
pero te recuerdo que se las lleva el viento
en tanto que las acciones viven del y para el recuerdo | img2poems |
te repito y te recuerdo
soy hombre de acciones
no de promesas falsas | img2poems |
a partir de hoy
de ti decido renunciar
ya no me quiero emocionar | img2poems |
fall foliage
the colors are great
for economic growth | img2poems |
orgies are best left
to the hobbits elves and dwarfs
imaginary | img2poems |
seems to me that
your hair is clean
winds can't compete | img2poems |
) my friend
my companion
my love to the end | img2poems |
) be kind
be true
love will find you | img2poems |
) forgive much
steadfastly live
happiness will come | img2poems |
) a changing world
daily routine
keeps us rounded | img2poems |
kiss me back to home
if my attempt to escape
makes me a forlorn | img2poems |
life's down side
freezes you in motion
care of self you'll fly again | img2poems |
leaves all gone now
flowers in their bed now
except the every green holding on | img2poems |
green economics
a man dressed in green rides the
bear financial bull | img2poems |
painting the glow
in the green of forest
unseen fingers | img2poems |
snowing
through the blizzard
particles of me | img2poems |
drinking my tea
without sugar
no difference | img2poems |
looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms | img2poems |
i slapped the mosquito
and missed
what made me do that | img2poems |
reading haiku
i am unhappy
longing for the nameless | img2poems |
a frog floating
in the drugstore jar
summer rain on grey pavements | img2poems |
on the porch
in my shorts
auto lights in the rain | img2poems |
another year
has past-the world
is no different | img2poems |
the first thing i looked for
in my old garden was
the cherry tree | img2poems |
my old desk
the first thing i looked for
in my house | img2poems |
my early journal
the first thing i found
in my old desk | img2poems |
my mother's ghost
the first thing i found
in the living room | img2poems |
i quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror | img2poems |
the madman
emerges from the movies
the street at lunchtime | img2poems |
cities of boys
are in their graves
and in this town | img2poems |
lying on my side
in the void
the breath in my nose | img2poems |
on the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone
screech of taxicabs | img2poems |
a hardon in new york
a boy
in san fransisco | img2poems |
the moon over the roof
worms in the garden
i rent this house | img2poems |
rough stone smooth stone - both
born from the same mountain - but
one has suffered much | img2poems |
ere swallows dare come
march's ranging breezes stir
dancing daffodils | img2poems |
bus in motion-and
the passengers suddenly
sing oh canada | img2poems |
hey indian boy why did you slice off your braids
do you grieve their loss
have you thought twice about your braids | img2poems |
are you warrior-pretend
are you horseback-never
was your drum-less drum-less life disguised by your braids | img2poems |
did you cut your hair after your sister's funeral
was it self-flagellation
did you chastise your braids | img2poems |
hey indian boy why did you slice off your braids
was it a violent act
did you despise your braids | img2poems |
and salma's mother takes me behind the house
and there behind the trees she shows me salma's grave
and there on the grave is my jacket | img2poems |
i would buy it beg it steal it
pay in coins of dripping blood
for this one transcendent good | img2poems |
i sit taller
daring to stare back into slate blue eyes
that see only color and shapes | img2poems |
angrily i shout at the anger that is all around
bred in anger
kicking and screaming to hell we seem bound | img2poems |
my soul lashes out at all the meanness
bred in soullessness
few care who they hurt reason for sadness | img2poems |
the victums they collect are all painted with giggs
they have tears on their cheeks
they have red and yellow feet that makes my heart stop it's beat | img2poems |
to say dive deep
into the square event
hunter green and moss | img2poems |
next i expect to hear
the queen is dead
the king's been checked | img2poems |
in their green and yellow dress
home they came in white body bags
in heavy coffins with name tags | img2poems |
but many resented the pogrom
people watched in horror
the roundup they cried silently behind their curtains | img2poems |
siempre escapas de mis manos
cuales peces huyen de la red
que ya no goza de mis besos cotidianos | img2poems |
si te doy miel me das hiel
si te soy fiel me eres infiel
caro es el amor pago tributos y arancel | img2poems |
www
edwinyanes
com | img2poems |
three voices [together
the proud and careless notes live on
but bless our hands that ebb away | img2poems |
come my love my lover my friend
our happiness is our perpetual end
the infinite our delight | img2poems |
the people braced for the answer nothing the atheist said after a pause
he was ecstatic
the people were more than a little disheartened | img2poems |
what are we going to do
the people asked starting to riot
they started to push and shove | img2poems |
she's gathered up all the time in the world
-nothing else-and waits for scanty trophies
complete in herself as a heron | img2poems |
what could it be using for ink i wondered
and opened my window to yell
what are you using for ink | img2poems |
es lindo recordarte hoy
y saber que te di mi todo
para hacerte feliz | img2poems |
as his one eye sees nothing not
even the oddly stained floor
i wonder if he thinks | img2poems |
and couldn't move
otherwise
through the void | img2poems |
a single vessel waited shadowy
all night she ploughed her solitary way
beneath the stars and through a tranquil sea | img2poems |
exile is a twofold problem
no one eludes it and
mourned land disappears | img2poems |
we need the assassins
to exonerate what we do
to make it seem less awful | img2poems |
hasan ibn al-sabah lives
in our churches on sunday
in mosques and synagogues | img2poems |
we can't describe his face
because we wear it while
we hunt the foreign devils | img2poems |
hermano viento
ve y dile a mi amor
lo que por ella siento | img2poems |
hermano viento
de mi amor necesito abrigo
la amo y no miento | img2poems |
hermano viento
es grande mi tristeza
mi complacencia y mi avivamiento | img2poems |
hermano viento
o un fuerte abrazo
de este pecho que es su aposento | img2poems |
await await for scanderbeg
returning as a hued dove
to liberate our motherland | img2poems |
cortina rota
leones bailando mambo
bacinica | img2poems |
madera seca verde follaje
machado profundo manchado
franquistas | img2poems |
era casada
monte la potra nacarada
a pelo | img2poems |
nazis
las casas mueren luchando
matar universo | img2poems |
atisba teclorca teclado
torcido misterio
muslos blancos | img2poems |
radiant highways whose vistas gleam
leading me on under crimson leaves
to the opaline gates of the castles of dream | img2poems |
lazy saturday mornings with nothing to do
breakfast in pajamas
classic cartoons play on the tube | img2poems |
freshly baked bread wafts in the air
eggs and bacon as well
all enjoy it best ever they all declare | img2poems |
nice fresh fruit ripe and sweet
so many to choose
nature's goodness their nectar a treat | img2poems |
jelly beans marshmallows and lots of sweets
chocolate covered as well
so many good things so many tasty treats | img2poems |
kids eating cotton candy with balloons tied to strings
red blue white yellow and green
released all at once a spectacle in the sky it brings | img2poems |
dolphins swimming and jumping in the sea
from the park they can be seen
look at them jump children claim with such glee | img2poems |
kids swimming and jumping in the park pool
playing marco polo
everyone has so much fun everyone keeps cool | img2poems |
all are sharing lots of giving going around
no tempers or angry shouts
laughter fills the air tis the only sound | img2poems |
amusement parks rides are plenty
no lines there are
happy people they are everyone so friendly | img2poems |
sleeping children on their daddies' shoulders
too much fun they have had
some safely asleep tucked away in their baby strollers | img2poems |
for me you don't have any space
remembering your innocent kisses
i want one kiss on my wrinkled face | img2poems |
underneath surface
blood drenched redeemably gold-sparkle
dusted | img2poems |
i come home
after a hard day's work
and my house opens its doors to me | img2poems |
the stove makes me a cup of tea
while the answering machine
tells me all about its day | img2poems |
my windows close their eyes
the cd player begins a serenade
and my curtains invite me to dance | img2poems |
for everything to last long it has to be well maintained
this indicates that if everything becomes damaged or broken down it ought to be corrected as quickly as possible
in shorts repair and maintenance of items makes them last longer and also serve the owners better | img2poems |
the climb so high you lose all hope
hands burn clutching the faiths rope
you ask your soul is this my doom | img2poems |
come you preservers
angels of the year
and you | img2poems |
someone is trying to make music somewhere
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum
with cello boom box harmonica voice | img2poems |
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