MY ENGLISH POEMS

HAIKU

How sad is looking
at someone die from quimio
instead of cancer.

All my denim-looking leggings,

Are hanging over the gong.

Swaging through them, longing for them,

an alien puts them on!

And then among the pots and pans

it feels the strain you don't,

With it the “Sturm and drang” comes in,

I fight against its horn.

And burns the den and turns the tap

causing a sum of pain.

So everything is upside down

And all’s a mess again.

I can't defend the creature’s name,

It makes all things go wrong.

Its ugly wings are green and brown

Disgustingly oblong.

I fight the fiend with all my strength,

I take the reins and train

I hang him by the brain and pons

Until it feels ashamed.

Laura Aguirre

MIND-ELEVATION

With mind elevation,

with elevation of mind

when mind is in connection

with the spirit from behind

you will, then, touch the bodies

that float about the sky

and you will see the wisdom

that comes from the divine;

you are to reach nirvana

when you are good and kind.

Juego de sinónimos:

ABSOLUTION

If you ask for my forgiveness

after all forgot acquittal

I won’t give you any mercy,

but deny consent to amnesty,

just a fragment of deliverance:

unconditional discharge.

So I’ll try some dispensation

since you need my exculpation:

I will only set you free.

Don’t despise my exoneration;

there’s nothing like liberation:

Accept pardon by release!

               oOo

TIRANY

As corrupt as he is despotic,

always moving for the loot,

pretending he’s patriotic,

his control is absolute.

So much greed in domineering,

big oppressive monocrat.

Autocratic ingeneering

is his predatory task.

Grasping the power through 

bloodshed,

Snatching money with the stab,

Doesn’t take but jerks the bowels,

doesn’t touch but thrust the back.

Can he sleep with his rapacious

vile, voracious appetite?

Never will this man disgraceful,

paranoidal parasite.

                  oOo

Welcome to my virtual community

Do let yours feelings flow

like water from a fountain

and let your sorrows go

as you come here and write them.

Cheer up and spend your hours

roaming across these pages

and you won't feel a coward

to respond as they're contagious

and once it has been written

you'll feel for sure its powers

to make yourself corageous

refusing to be beaten.

So let us read the pages

giving our souls that freedom.

                        oOo

IN MY MIND AND BRAIN, MY DEAR

In my mind and brain, my dear,

in my conscience, there you are,

in my imagination, dear,

there you live, being so far,

in my memories, my dear,

glittering there like a star;

in my soul, oh, loving sweetheart

you remain my love boat tar.

                           oOo

FRIGHTFUL “ATMOSFEAR”

Fear and fright is all around,

gruesome noises can I hear,

corpses from the underground

building this bad “atmos-fear”.

I want nothing but to escape,

run away so far from here,

yet I am stuck in the shade

among crops of horrid years.

The corpses are transparents,

-which means nothing is seen

through them, except my parents-

and then I find relief.

                oOo

FULL MOON

Moon is shining strong tonight

as she wants to “wolfen” humans

and every a man and woman

are coming, their eyes so bright.

Full of mysteries inside

they are writing their moon verses

as she with them all converses

about going for a ride.

SOMEHOW

Somehow you swim in the river,

somehow you walk on the earth,

you gallop when it's getting dark

beside another horse, cute night 

mare. 

That's me in the corner

That's me in the corner counting my 

sins,

unable to repent what I have done 

properly,

And I still have to serve my 

sentence to be people's eyes 

target, 

people's tongue temptation,

people's envy pray.

That's us in the corner of our mutual 

offerings

and there comes God and grips them 

away,

delivering us from evil.

RAVEN

Raven, raven, go away,

do not snatch with all those prays.

You are dressed in feathers' robes

robbed from the little robin's hopes,

fly away to rob and reave and rape.

A BIG “HERE-I-AM”

More than a hat

it’s a here-I-am,

a here-I-am, a here-I-am.

More than a cap

it’s a here-I-am,

it’s a here-I-am.

More than a visor

it’s a here-I-am,

it’s a here-I-am.

Not a baseball cap,

it’s more than that:

it’s a here-I-am,

it’s a here-I-am.

It’s much much more than a bonet,

it’s a here-I-am,

it’s a here-I-am.

Much more than a bombin

it’s a here-I-am,

it’s a here-I-am.

It truly goes beyond

a covering for the head

’cos it’s worn as a mark of rank

saying “here I am”,

saying “here I am”.

Not a beret, not a beanie,

not a helmet, not a headgear,

it’s much more than that

and the woman wearing it is saying

“here-I-am”, “here-I-am”.

          
           ---oOo---

UN “AQUÍESTOYÓ”

Es un aquiestoyó,

un aquiestoyó, un aquiestoyó.

Más que un sombrero,

un aquiestoyó,

un aquiestoyó, un aquiestoyó.

Es más que un gorro,

un aquiestoyó, un aquiestoyó.

un aquiestoyó, un aquiestoyó.

No es un casquete ni capirote ni capuchón,

y la que lo lleva va diciendo:


“aquí estoy yo”.

                      ---oOo---

THE VIOLENT ORGANIZED

They obey but think they don't,

like a hoodwinked silly stone,

which believes it flies

while in fact is being thrown.

They pretend that they are free,

happy, brave, even divine,

but it's only the mirage

of their spirit-crippled minds.

And they feign to be supreme

while deep inside they know

they are rejected,

they have low self esteem

as base as evil beast

with wrath infected.

Because a voice they hear

inside their souls so daunted

says, “What is it but rubbish,

what is unwanted?”

      oOo

 

The 4 seasons

Autumn leaves us alone

With a shower of its own,

Then I see Winter come

With meddling frosty nights.

When Spring comes, people spring

With joy to a flowery season

For this is a good reason

to live and jump and sing.

Earth blossoms into age

And buds a friendship quickly

which doesn’t end up prickly

and Summer makes it grow.

HAIKU

Autumn increases

as far as there are leafage

new fruit releases.

Autumn" es uno de los poemas que más me gustan. Me encanta:

AUTUMN

Autumn leaves us leaves

falling off the trees;

Autumn leaves us free

with leafless trees.

Nota: Dice del otoño que nos deja hojas cayéndose de los árboles pero que también nos libera con árboles deshojados. Lo bueno es que suena como travalenguas.

How Mother Nature 

zealously keeps her notebook

on termite's flavour.

CANTICLE TO CONCORD

How difficult it is to accept it!

That we go on a deceptive train

of ephemeral living existence,

relative, fugacious, quick and vain.

Let's observe all the stars and the planets

since we are the true lens of the sky,

they all glitter up above heaven,

oh, you listen! Let's open our eyes!

Night stars' beauty should be our reflection,

night stars' beauty is seen so well done,

notice they look to have been created

all of them by the same father-sun.

Let us see that the birds are all crying

for the freedom we haven't yet felt

let us see the wheat spikes are all trying

in advance, to be our daily bread.

Watch the eager seeds, generous and fruitful,

that develop full-flavoured and strong

as if they were rewarding the worker

for labour on the land, hard and long.

Here we have the big mystery from Heaven,

here we see the great miracle on Earth,

only God's the magnanimous author,

God Almighty's the only One worth.

It's so arduous for men to admit it,

difficult recognising at all

that sometimes we behave like a monster

who rejects to abide by the Law.

But the universe is always shouting

while we keep going fool, deaf and mute,

and therefore we can hear its voice travel

through the space to condemn us as brute.

Oh, how hard it is to recognize it:

that all mankind have got the same Father

but we shamelessly don't care about it

neither see that we should love each other.

But the universe continues shouting

while we people keep quiet and mute;

Cosmos voices are non stop outcrying,

it's because of the voice of the Truth.

Oh, how hard it is to recognize it,

that we all human race are God's children,

Muslims, Buddhists, Christians, Jews and, Hindus;

non believers as well as believers.

And whatever we are, think or look like,

the important is that we are humans,

to respect each other's creeds and thinking;

only thus can we find peace and union.

So let's live together as good brethren,

let's all build a world that we can trust

we're the children of one Holy Father,

sempiternal, loving, fair and just.

Author: Fortu Bitán

Translation: Laura Aguirre (October, 2010

CANTO A LA CONCORDIA

Cuánto nos cuesta aceptar

que vivimos el engaño

de un existir pasajero,

fugaz, relativo y vano.

Somos retina del cielo,

abrid los ojos, hermanos,

y observemos las estrellas

que brillan allá en alto,

hermoseando la noche

con sus celestes encantos,

cómo semejan ser todas

nacidas de un mismo astro.

Cómo las aves pregonan

su libertad por los campos,

y son sus alados trinos

cómo un unísono canto,

cómo la dorada espiga

se hace ya pan de antemano

en la esperanza del pobre

que vive de su trabajo,

cómo se sacia el hambriento

con este humilde bocado,

cómo la fértil semilla

se extiende de lado a lado

mezcla de esfuerzo y sudor

que sabe a digno honrado.

Cómo florece la flor

entre matojos y cardos,

cómo renace en los yermos

poco a poco, palmo a palmo,

cómo fecunda la vida

en un redondo embarazo.

Misterio de los misterios,

milagros de los milagros,

observemos con el alma

que entre milagro y milagro,

sólo existe un gran misterio

que es el Supremo Milagro.

Cuánto nos cuesta aceptar

que a veces nos comportamos

como aquel que levantara

el puño contra su hermano,

y cómplices y en silencio

en silencio nos quedamos.

Pero el Universo grita

cuando nosotros callamos,

y un eco sigue a otro eco

vagando por le espacio,

como una voz infinita,

boca de un Abel clamando,

cosmos que clama a otro Cosmos,

¡estallido de relámpagos!

¡Todo el Universo grita

cuando nosotros callamos!

Cuánto nos cuesta aceptar

que todos somos hermanos,

hijos de un único Padre,

bueno, justo, eterno y santo.

Cuánto nos cuesta aceptar

que todos somos hermanos,

musulmanes y judíos

hindúes, budistas, cristianos,

creyentes o no creyentes,

seamos lo que seamos,

lo que de verdad importa

es que seamos humanos.

Humanos de corazón,

y nos tendamos la mano,

y respetemos los credos

y vivamos procurando

forjar un mundo de paz

donde todos nos sintamos

criaturas de un mismo Dios

bueno, justo, eterno y santo.

Fortu Bitán

THE ABYSSAL ZONE

The abyssal zone of the ocean

is at the bottom of the sea,

there we can find blind creatures

and therefore unable to see.

The reason is there's no light,

for it is the deep blue sea.

From them we can learn a lesson

which is rather fundamental:

if light is what makes us see,

then where there is no light,

there is no need for sight.

September 2010

LAZY SPECIMEN

Notorious lazybones

a stiff non-working worker,

just busy doing nothing

as never have I known.

A really slothful drone,

a master in inaction,

follows non-moving fashion,

creation of his own.

A graduate in indolence,

inveterate still guy

a far slow-moving person

unwilling to exercise.

Determined to do nothing,

a boring dormant soul,

dull animal in lethargy,

quietness is his goal.

Idling away the hours,

freelance self-unemployed

he loves his quiet dormancy

the art of rest he exploits.

He's an expert in leisure.

his still deeds just appall,

a big inactive husband

I won't sustain at all.

February 17 2011

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