viernes, 20 de marzo de 2009

Little Karen dreams of trains...

By: Angel Valles C.


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In a musty, pretty old home
somewhere in Tulsa, Oklahoma
little Karen is counting dreams
instead of jumping sheeps...

Rainy nights and sunny days
with nothing else to share
but true love and emptiness,
hanging windows on her face.

-Wanna bid a quarter or a dime?
And little Karen is counting stars…
-Yeap! I just wanna a kiss, girl of mine!
And little Karen dreams of trains…

Nobody believes when she says:

-Mom, Dad! Cross my heart I hear a train...
-Don’t mind! (that’s what they all say)
-She’s just a little pretty girl
acting kinda strange...

miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009

Little Louie

By: Angel Valles C.



What’s up, little Louie?
-My pocket leads to thy Topps cards.
-Chicago state of mind jolly boy!
-Thou art a rising star on an open field
long to be number one...

Sort of skimpy. (I knew it for a while)
Thou and those south side ball fans
for the moments great, prime device.
Venezuelan blaze! Oh, pleasant tenant
by the split of silver...

Sweet the wind it seems
in a thousand throats, on a thousand hopes
and flying like any young man’s dream
there thou go
no protocol...

jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009

Part Four: Time and Eternity

BY: EMILY DICKINSON

XII

I LIKE a look of agony,
Because I know it ’s true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.

domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009

DUST OF SNOW

BY: ROBERT FROST

THE WAY A CROW
SHOOK DOWN ON ME
THE DUST OF SNOW
FROM A HEMLOCK TREE
HAS GIVEN MY HEART
A CHANGE OF MOOD
AND SAVE SOME PART
OF A DAY I HAD RUED.

jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009

Drifting away

By: Angel Valles C.


Drifting away
to my secret unfailing well,
I do confess
what about being alone
down tangent edge comes to be.

It feels strange, hard to renege
but what a thankful journey
from a broken twisted heart
to sail on oceanic sunlight flares.

A life long debris collector
has more eyes to reap upon

if I could only drift and keep...