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monostich en espanol-haiku

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cambio climático gran final de los conos de pinos

haiku

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climate change the grand finale of Buddhist pinecones

Saving Face (Oscar Winning Pakistani Documentary Film) Directed By Sharm.. I've never posted any movies but this movie deserves to be seen.

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quiero ser tanka

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quiero ser tan esbelto como una palmera y no revolver el tufo de la envidia joven… quiero votar este retrato mío viejo

largo viaje hacia la lluvia

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largo viaje hacia la lluvia donde nos bautizaron desnudos resistiendo las durezas del invierno

azótame la sangre tanka en español

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azótame la sangre de lado a lado para que no aparezcas desnudo de intención a tu propio vía crucis  

my house tanka in English and Spanish

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arte de Oscar Ortiz this  house of mine so full of corners, twists and turns of affection where life exists side by side with death esta casa mía llena de rincones, recovecos de afectos donde la vida existe a la par con la muerte

an unexpected haiku

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a hymn to Brahma—  the wound he left  at my navel

greylag geese tanka

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greylag geese preen each other’s feathers like faithful lovers they sigh under the warring moon halfway down the road to death

your eyes tanka

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your eyes caught between the moon and the fire of a Mexican poem… fixed on the sketches of my death

Christina Aguilera - Hurt (live)

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eres hiedra tanka

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eres hiedra en el pozo de mi nostalgia— ni joven ni apuesto— inquieto mimo en noches tranquilas

El amiguismo politico de Alejandro Garcia Padilla

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La corrupción y el amiguismo político viene siendo el pan nuestro de cada día desde los tiempos de Muñoz Marín. Está en los genes de la política de Puerto Rico....A nadie le debe sorprender esto. Es nuestra culpa, por no utilizar nuestro voto correctamente. El poder lo tiene  el electorado, lo que no tiene es conciencia. Por eso vota por los mismos dos partidos siempre. Pónganle la campana al gato, esto se llama corrupción, y somos tan conformistas que no nos importa si nos meten un dildo por el culo con cada año electoral.

you’re ivy tanka

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you’re ivy in the well of my nostalgia— not young or handsome — a restless coddle on sedate evenings 

not a single shadow in his eyes…

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pas une seule ombre dans ses yeux ... I need to dress my voice in ribbons to let you know I’m lost in the cold Antarctica   of your forgetfulness 

I believe in empty spaces - A Hymn to Brahma

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I believe in empty spaces the honeycomb of his skin on my face the throes of lotus the wound he left on my navel

me embriagas tanka en espanol y frances

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me embriagas como el néctar dudoso de la muerte— la noche nos concibe  enivrer moi comme le nectar douteuse de la mort la nuit nous concevoir

we owe each other nothing

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we owe each other nothing— my lips maintain your kisses but now we owe each other nothing Nous ne nous devons Rien l'un à l'autre Mes lèvres Conservent tes baisers Désormais nous sommes quitte

I just had a bunch of tanka published in BlogNostics

here is the link: http://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experience-in-literature-poetry-and-art/2015/09/05/tanka-by-sergio-ortiz/ Sergio

Andromache tanka

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Andromache scraps of wisdom discolor your breast-- your neck is bent like a swan in exile

it's autumn tanka

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it's autumn a painful melody  roams  through my suffering-- I'm all alone

enciende tanka

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enciende mi vieja cama bohemia con perfume de miel y mirto cuando despierte 

come heat tanka

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come heat my old bohemian bed , with myrtle- scented honey when I wake  I'll pluck the strings of silence 

a wink

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a wink would have been enough   to abandon it all-- surrender to the rubbing of his body

Rosario Ferré- one of my favorite poets has passed away

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Rosario Ferré, a noted author who achieved literary success in Spanish and English and who was a noted critic and essayist,  died in Puerto Rico  at age 77. Al caballero de la rosa En su abrazo yo abrazaba todas las rosas: las rosas de la piedra y las del sueño, las rosas del torrente y las del vino, las furibundas rosas cinceladas sobre el cráneo del sol, en ajetreo continuo; las de apretada nieve, rosas, con que ciño mi frente en un círculo de llamas; y las implacables que coronan la espina de la rosa; las que disgrega el éxtasis en torno a los banquetes del amor, y las que llueven ceniza y agonía sobre la faz del moribundo; las rosas del poema y las del humo, las rosas del rosario y las del tigre, las invisibles rosas de mi sangre y las azules que hará brotar mi muerte, mi terraza barrida y la brisa de las rosas entrando por los balaustres de la tarde; las rosas que treparon la escalera, y la que se prendió a la cerradura al él cerrar la puerta; las rosas de su sexo y de su pi

The following tanka were just published in hedgerow: a journal of small poems #65

https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/ my lonely house under the moon’s stillness— you and I running in different directions, how many lives have we lived? . I sleepwalk on the ridge of a poem I’ll never perform … the storm inside

A Mind of my Own

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A Mind of my Own I’m complicated a ghostly figure afraid of aging… a squatter, a dreadful stain in a complicated world I was not born to impress like a working-class Puerto Rican waiting to win the Powerball… simple enough? I don’t want my name shortlisted in simplicities— no such thing as equal opportunity employer in poetry

Recently an editor said my tanka were complicated, she feared the readers would not relate to them. This is my response to that.

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so, I’m complicated a ghostly figure  afraid  of aging a resident, a tenant,  a dreadful stain in a complicated world

Paris tanka

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I was inside you everywhere the scent of sycamore with Paris around us and a fig on your lips

my eyes tanka

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my eyes hike to my lover’s sex— we make love like the sea… in the flash of a bloody moon

these luminous bones

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these luminous bones this open heart these mild winds full of bent faces... cutoffs of things I want to love

cobíjalo tanka

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cobíjalo, trasplántale mi cabellera escarchada que los sollozos  del amor humedecen las palabras 

shelter him tanka

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shelter him, implant my frost-covered hair, tell him the sighs of love moisten the words worth living for

you’re so handsome

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you’re so handsome I write to the night (word for word) to look for whoever is looking for me, shadow texts

I climb the wind tanka

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I climb the wind imploring the bottomless-pit of my poems for silence... diminishing death’s adjectives

I’m sleepwalking tanka

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I sleepwalk on the ridge  of a poem I’ll never perform … the storm inside 

a flower tanka

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to a flower not far from reaching darkness... open to the delicate resolve of a dewdrop

the gentle stride of spring tanka

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I know the gentle stride of spring opens the coffer of my suicidal words... please, be my Valentine

Du bist mein Wasser

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Du bist mein Wasser, die Quelle meiner Kunst … Was ich verlieren kann es immer trägst Du mein Sonnenlicht or  Du bist mein Wasser, die Quelle meiner Kunst, was ich auch verlieren mag du bist immer da, mein Sonnenlicht tragend

tú eres mi agua tanka

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tú eres mi agua la fuente de todo mi arte… cualquier otra cosa que pueda perder, tú llevas puesto mi luz 

you are my water

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you are my water, the source of my art … whatever I may lose it’s always you wearing my sunlight

I’ve run away from your mouth

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I've run away from your mouth but that has only restored my past I’ve written about my life without you but I cannot find myself in it I’ve died so many times between your legs that now I’m Lazarus 

como un amor perdido

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I straddled my legs around his waist como un amor perdido… generous with my caresses, an officer about to be deployed 

his feet were covered in dirt,

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his feet were covered in dirt, a faded purple… his books sank into the sea, throwing away all sorrow

this way to the arch of my hand

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discreet… come this way to the arch of my hand, seek my relief, we’ll talk about regrets later

you left me alone

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you left me alone to sleep by yourself… see me the way night sees the moon, I am your guide

tú y yo tendidos en la cama

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tú y yo tendidos en la cama— dos sintiendo el fluir de la vida como uno solo tú y yo fuera de nuestros cuerpos— indiferentes a las cacatúas del cielo riéndonos juntos tú y yo belleza en la soledad del ensueño— corazones enredados, perdidos, siempre perdidos

fuera de nuestros cuerpos

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tú y yo fuera de nuestros cuerpos— indiferentes a las cacatúas del cielo riéndonos juntos

tú y yo tanka

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tú y yo tendidos en la cama — dos sintiendo el fluir de la vida como uno solo

a donde iré a morir

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a donde iré a morir, en la falda de algún árbol ahorcado… soledad de viejo, espuma inmóvil en mi boca

it’s hard to breathe

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it’s hard to breathe, winter dribbles its light down my back… moss grows so deep it can’t be cleared

Sie tanzen innerhalb meines Mund tanka in Italian as well

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Sie tanzen  innerhalb meines Mund  Ventilator die Flammen  wie ein fallender Vogel,  ich auf Feuer bin Si danza dentro la mia bocca la ventola di fiamme come un calante uccello  sto sul fuoco

you dance inside my mouth tanka

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painting b y Rafael Perez you dance inside my mouth... fan my flames like a falling bird, I’m on fire

Creation Somonka

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I’ll meet you by the shoreline next to the dead coral-- let me call you lover , listen to the sea behind me call me brother disregard the tide that exposes me-- disguise my shadow hide me from the sandpipers