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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 36
Sign: Sagittarius

City: San Benito
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/9/2005

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Friday, March 20, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Why such harsh machinery?
Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday,
must poems be dressed up in gold,
or in old and fearful stone?

I want verses of felt or feather which scarcely weigh,
mild verses
with the intimacy of beds
where people have loved and dreamed.
I want poems stained
by hands and everydayness.

Verses of pastry which melt
into milk and sugar in the mouth,
air and water to drink,
the bites and kisses of love.
I long for eatable sonnets,
poems of honey and flour.

Vanity keeps prodding us
to lift ourselves skyward
or to make deep and useless
tunnels underground.
So we forget the joyous
love-needs of our bodies.
We forget about pastries.
We are not feeding the world.

In Madras a long time since,
I saw a sugary pyramid,
a tower of confectionery -
one level after another,
and in the construction, rubies,
and other blushing delights,
medieval and yellow.

Someone dirtied his hands
to cook up so much sweetness.

Brother poets from here
and there, from earth and sky,
from Medellin, from Veracruz,
Abyssinia, Antofagasta,
do you know the recipe for honeycombs?

Let's forget about all that stone.

Let your poetry fill up
the equinoctial pastry shop
our mouths long to devour -
all the children's mouths
and the poor adults' also.
Don't go on without seeing,
relishing, understanding
all these hearts of sugar.

Don't be afraid of sweetness.

With or without us,
sweetness will go on living
and is infinitely alive,
forever being revived,
for it's in a man's mouth,
whether he's eating or singing,
that sweetness has its place.


One of my favorite poems.....Pablo Neruda lives on through his majestic words of love and hope. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did....




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2 dicks from Texas

 
yet another one. nicely done. just like the man in the corner over there , waiting for his drink to warm down, or the woman over there talking on her cell phone, or the worker over there talking on the headset, or the car passing by over to the left, debating whether they should stop or go, or the kid over there running around her mother while she sits and reads the morning paper at night while drinking her hot poison. lol i dont know what else to say, actually i do, but.... my lunch is over, now i shall get back to work, rather than being on my cell phone texting this out. peace out,atomic61
 
Posted by 2 dicks from Texas on Saturday, March 21, 2009 - 01:17 AM
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Leapy

 
With all that writing talent, you should write to make money. That's what I'm doing.

 
Posted by Leapy on Monday, March 23, 2009 - 06:44 AM
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Lillian Teresa

 
Oh my goodness! I love it.

 
Posted by Lillian Teresa on Monday, March 23, 2009 - 11:54 AM
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Lillian Teresa

 
p.s. Love your picture today.

 
Posted by Lillian Teresa on Monday, March 23, 2009 - 11:54 AM
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Eenie

 
Once again, you really know how to write. Just great.

 
Posted by Eenie on Saturday, March 28, 2009 - 09:08 PM
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