Poems on Federica Garcia Lorca Seeking Friendly Advice
#FedericaGarciaLorca
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
a normal name
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
#ErnestHemingway
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#JimMorrison
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 7:29pm
3rd Oct 2019 7:29pm
Dark Love, Sleepless Night
( a double Sonnet )
I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.
To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love that’s flown.
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year! ...
I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.
To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love that’s flown.
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year! ...
#gay
#lover
#sonnet #FedericaGarciaLorca
#sonnet #FedericaGarciaLorca
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 4:05am
17th Jun 2019 4:05am
Adam (Tree Of Life)
Tree of wine in
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
#trees
#mythology
#LifeCycle #FedericaGarciaLorca
#LifeCycle #FedericaGarciaLorca
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
Gaela Of The Remembrance Of Love (Orchard Of Remembrance)
The heavy fruit lay
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
#love
#dreams
#death
#trees
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 3:22am
3rd Jun 2019 3:22am
The Gypsy Moon
( after Federico Garcia Lorca )
The cream of the gypsy moon
on this night of green, rising
to its apex as a deeper blush
of a blood orange that children
cannot eat, to leave it intact
lest the old gypsies mourn.
Two lovers walking white horses
on the lake’s shore, are grieved
to not sit astride, to admire
the bath of reflected silver
on each other’s face from the path the moon has taken.
That their love is not welcomed
by the stillborn water, isolated
...
The cream of the gypsy moon
on this night of green, rising
to its apex as a deeper blush
of a blood orange that children
cannot eat, to leave it intact
lest the old gypsies mourn.
Two lovers walking white horses
on the lake’s shore, are grieved
to not sit astride, to admire
the bath of reflected silver
on each other’s face from the path the moon has taken.
That their love is not welcomed
by the stillborn water, isolated
...
#children
#moon
#night
#lover
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Mar 2017 9:15am
14th Mar 2017 9:15am
Craneo de un Caballo
Soon it was clear that the moon
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
yet their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the ...
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
yet their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the ...
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#war
#tragedy
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
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