Oda A La Musa (Rare Bilingual Edition)

Oda A La Musa


Ella es La Estrella

Quien symboliza lo que sella

[ Hembra sagrada de Sagitta ]

Aunque talvez no lo sabe

Causa el saber cuando este loco se agita

Por esa alma gitana

Arquera sobre el puente

Te edifico otro verso Magnipotente:

Vamos centauro |) - -'`===> tu flecha encanta

Como un flamenco del Mauro!

                                         Image Credit: Pixers


Translation (Ode To The Muse):

She is The Star

Whom symbolizes what she seals

[ Sacred female of Sagitta ]

Although she may not know it

She causes knowing when this madman stirs

Roused by her gypsy soul

Archer over the bridge

We raise you another Magniloquent verse:

Let's go centaur |) - -'`===> your arrow enchants

Like a Moorish flamenco!

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Μέλαινα

Μέλαινα


You're a breath of fresh air

Breezing in au contraire

Same old places transformed

By the laughter we share


Comes to it cool and coy

Milady meets the real McCoy

Her stony exterior is stormed

But she don't fall for a decoy


There is none other so ostentatious

Nor with a body quite that bodacious

You move, evolve, play and outperform

These be true words—never mendacious


Daughter of Hades; blessed by Apollo

In no wise is this humble man hollow

Do you desire depth beyond the norm?

Then let's take tight hold and one another follow...

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Ennui

Ennui


The one who'll love
Is not on this world
As far as these senses can tell.

Unless she lies under ashes
Or sits still with polar glaciers
Or stands at the gateway to hell.

She's such a dark stranger
Wearing Nibelung skin
And bearing the same scars as he.

Thundershowers pose no danger
To neither her nor her kin
Those of us forged in the depths of the sea.

If on this planet you are
Dearest twin-sister star
Will wait for you under full moon.

If beyond this planet you dwell
Oh handmaiden of Hel
Do hope to run into you soon...

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Frog Prince Syndrome

"The women in this town

 Won't give me so much as a peck.

 Those where I come from

 They even stretch out their neck!"

~ Roque Dalton

Frog Prince Syndrome

- I -

Far from Principality he wanders

Witnessing wreckage and wonders

Playing a peasant that ponders

Impoverished as one who squanders

Rejected by raucous responders

- II -

Woe unto this Prince

His disguise too effective

Mismatched with Prima Donnas

(they are rather selective)

Whoever would kiss and

Transform toad thus defective?

- III -

There is none yet worthy

To claim him highly prized

But when they find each other

Both of them shall be surprised!

- IV -
Many a fine fly remains 
To be snared by kingly tongue
Thus this prince swims alone
Through thick swamps on his own ...
 
- V -
Yes that's his lot
With hackneyed cliches and a hollow plot
Rambling until every rattling bone starts to rot
No backup on the way; his words all he's got
Holding on tight if only to take a long shot
You get the gist ¿(or perhaps maybe not)?

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Marine Metaphors

Marine Metaphors

Flare up passion!
Fry the fish
For they say that she
Is a sumptuous dish.

Taking after Gaia
Like sisters Gish
Wrestling with Triton
Oceania's deepest wish.

If any Cancer
Attempts to squish
Slick Pisceans stir
Wondrous waves, washing swish!

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Oh Incompatibility

Oh Incompatibility

Every pot does have its lid but hey: some of us are Pans

Pan-theistic, pan-optical, pan-tonality!

She aptly called it The Curse of Being Well-Rounded

Neither altogether here, nor left behind back there

An overflowing plenum, which even the finest vessel can't contain

Wayward rivers break down dams to flood valleys

Alone in their totality — liquid outrunning quiddity

Landing us between despair and disparity

Once we were conjoined; sharing joy as well as sorrow

Yet those yesterdays have gone, with no promise of tomorrow.

Our time together endeth now

May he treat you right . . . Never quite knew how.

Image: Weeping Ofelia courtesy of ~ belldandies

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Logos Prophorikos

Author's Note: This piece is the sister-poem to: Logos Endiathetos.

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Logos Prophorikos

Humanity reveres the image, since it alone evades all-encompassing definitions of itself while still providing thoroughgoing expositions for everything else.

Entire civilizations are fashioned after the cutting edge visions of prophets, because they dare to dream much more vividly than the rest of us combined.

Panoramic vistas overbrim with sheer significance
finding resonance within the eyes of keen beholders.

Pictures in motion captivate our attention and lull intellects
as we forget that cinema shares its esprit with real life.

But then there are those rare occasions when Icon speaks from two mouths; reconciling masculine noumenon to feminine phenomenon...

Amid a recurring interplay of scrumtrulescent young actors.

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Come Heaven or Hanging Comets (Bi-Lingual Edition)

Come Heaven or Hanging Comets

Together, we can confront anything

Dearest Suz, our astral chords are intertwined

Although these bodies may not be joined

We shall conquer destiny itself

Beauteous Queen of Swords

He who guards your back

Does not merely wish to lift your gown

But rather seeks a way to avert failure

While proving that you really ought to love him

So leave the gates open for thine humble disciple to enter thy majesty!

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Aunque Se Venga El Cielo o Cometas Colgantes

Juntos, nos podemos enfrentar contra cualquier cosa
Querida Suz, nuestras cuerdas astrales estan atadas
Aunque estos cuerpos no esten unidos
Conquistaremos el destino
Bella dama de espadas
El quien te guarda la espalda
No tan solo quiere levantar vuestra falda
En vez busca alguna manera de evitar fracasar
Mientras tratar de comprovar que lo debes amar
Por eso deja vuestra puerta abierta para darle entrada al discipulo, maestra!

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Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Single male, pushing forty

(a dodgy old sketch-bag to be sure)
Seeks feminist basket-case:
"Let's iron things out!"

Fond of breathtaking landscapes, possessing remarkable acumen
And overwhelmed by a robust desire to nurture
This particular specimen cannot help but hunt high-caliber quarry
Since he often envisions himself as a champion deep down

In his short span he has met insurmountable obstacles
Employing wits that match sinews on an endomorph frame
Tanned during days spent along Central-America's isthmus
Hatching ploys for coup d'etat among the dissident waifs
Of post Cold War colonialism—beyond Liberty's gates

Longs to play mind-games with an equal who hails from greener pastures
Before locking legs with her to enact pantomimes
Which imitate subversive carnal acts portrayed on celluloid
By dint of supra-objectifying lens

Would not mind siring a race of iconoclastic malcontents
(if only to sabotage Neoliberalism astride its unremitting march)
So please respond post-haste using code-phrase:
"Amantes sunt amentes!"

** Offer valid indefinitely to she who won't settle
for abusive, two-faced cons who'll just tarnish her mettle **

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Unloving

Unloving

Accusing him of selfishness

She is not self-aware

Promotes her work well

But leaves him threadbare

He lays patient siege

Yet her walls are unscalable

Trying to soothe her bruised heart

Which remains unassailable

Every sound from his voice

Backfires without fail

Any action he takes

Her critique does derail

There were once brighter days

When their thoughts were in sync

Mutual vibes; bodies entwined

Now peace falls apart in a blink!

It happens to most of us

Though we dread its arrival

Roads lead to dead ends

Sweet words turn to libel

[This is the lemonade squeezed from the bitter limes of a rancid romance].

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