Saturday, June 18, 2011

English Poetry Grand Mother's Hand, Light And Dance, Freezing Night


Grand Mother’s Hand


My Grandmother’s Hands they are very nice
The hands which spank my butt only twice
Those hands that are so simple
Those hands which made my tears trickle
Hands which are powerful and strong
Those hands which have taught me right from wrong
Hands like I hadn’t seen before
Hands which are not needed anymore
Her voice is all that now needs to [...]

Light and Dance


Light dancing through the window
wakes me up to another day…
to be passed in full consciousness
of the seconds the minutes the hours…
the day…sublime.
I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,
the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.
I forget what is timeless,
what is the color of the day;
the only things I produce
are digestive enzymes and semen.
Even the thoughts have [...]

FREEZING NIGHT


I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head
To bring a doll, that she loved the best
Or was it a hat, on which she protest
I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
My wife asked for flowers with [...]

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