There was an angel That wanted to fly She was kept in a cage So instead she cried Her tears were felt From far away A winged warrior appeared And he held sway With all his power Fury and rage He set her free From her cage Fly little angel Soar to the stars And never be afraid To be who you are
the rhythm of castanets awakens the moon on opal rings your kisses spin a cricket’s hitting a crescendo waves tattoo dark shadows on your skin sonority, you who vibrates the souls of those who haunt at night the Port of Cartagena
I toss in smells of apricots and plumes the Hand of Fatima takes off my veils your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers who sever their veins oh, dream of the unknowns, you, latency, the sigh of blood which flows in spring both mud and flowers grow
didn’t you know that when you said I love you you stepped on roads of fables and folk tales? you glued your heart onto a purple sunset smells of lilac and of roses, impregnated strolls, seduction, it wasn’t me it was you who stole his soul
Published by Spillwords on June, 4 2019; included in my upcoming poetry book Passion: Love Poems and Other Writings. Passion: Love Poems and Other Writings also includes several poems translated in Italian by Flavio Almerighi. I am most grateful to Flavio for his magnificent translations. For more poetry in Italian please visit Flavio’s site here
Another great piece… I hope you didn’t mind my nearly facetious teasing a bit on the previous reblog.. Just wanted to get folks attention about the click being more important than a like.
Seeing as my reblogs of Gabriela are the most liked of all my posts, I’m sure some of you will definitely will click the –> link <– and vote right now. If its not your first inclination to vote, would you please click here and read the poem and if you like it please vote.
I know my loyal followers and liker’s will click… Thank you folk for taking a second to click a couple of links. Her stuff is wonderful and she deserves every click. She has filled my days with beautiful words, and I tried to pass that beauty on to you all and never knew it would attract so many poets with so many more beautiful words from you talented writers. In this time of world wide fear and upheaval these words that make us think of beauty, happiness and passions and help both the readers and the writers feel better by giving an outlets for the pent up stress we all are experiencing. You’ve all helped me express and cope better with all the current intensity in my life. Thank you all for your support. The strange synchronicity and the apocalyptic feeling everyone in our mountain valley got spun into by our earthquake just after they decided to class it a pandemic still has us all thinking,, whats next?? This year has been like that for everyone to some extent. The more we come together and support each other the better we cope with this intense time of of unrepresented change and potentiality of death. It’s the same for everyone, for someone we all know is at very high risk at this time and we have contemplated the loss. Sorry for my bluntness. Stay well and stay close to your higher power. Don’t forget to vote for Gabriela. 👍❤ THANK YOU ALL!!
I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips
I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red
and flew towards the island of nowhere
and now between the mighty heaven and the hell
I love you and I hate you are the same
and I return to find the pardon of the sands
to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand
I dress in colored ashes and black skirts
the language of the prophets with no tongues
on a new bench I sit alone at funerals
and wait until the sea closes its eyes
to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed
on the red bridge between your spring and mine
I wanted to return
I wanted to love you…
++ a great poem from Gabriela ++ Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to follow the links to support her by clicking and scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!
(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work) So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here @short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)
This was supposed to have posted day before yesterday.. I got hacked by a spy bug, and my internet service was being tracked. I mean like possibly all I was doing online. I’m not sure why this was back in my drafts instead, but better late than never… See you in the morning boys and girls…
I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips
I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red
and flew towards the island of nowhere
and now between the mighty heaven and the hell
I love you and I hate you are the same
and I return to find the pardon of the sands
to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand
I dress in colored ashes and black skirts
the language of the prophets with no tongues
on a new bench I sit alone at funerals
and wait until the sea closes its eyes
to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed
on the red bridge between your spring and mine
I wanted to return
I wanted to love you…
++ a great poem from Gabriela ++ Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to follow the links to support her by clicking and scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!
(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work) So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here @short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)
Your lips are fruity as white wine A bite so delight Makes me feel high It’s your toxic smile That drives me in skies I swim in cloud 9 And drown in … RT#47
Seven agonizing nights; seven suffocating nights rushing over me, parching my soul with their torrid breezes. Myriads of mosquitoes murmuring in the dark, looking for prey: my own flesh, my own blood.
Nights extending their heavy tentacles over the city, strangling it as a venomous octopus; abandoning it at sunrise lacking vigor, emptied of hopes, filled with trash.
Glued to my body, lace and silk soaked in perspiration: fingers of delirious passions looking for my skin.
In this city clocks have no hands, years have no months, months have no days. Outside of time, this city is innocent, perverse, philosophical, suicidal.
She told me stories I heard her plea Her cries for help Brought me to my knees I have seen the things You don’t wish to see I’ve fought wars in places You wouldn’t want to be I’m battle hardened But I cannot lie Her desperation Made this warrior cry I made a promise In moments of strife I’ll protect you With my life You said you love me With no regrets That is something I’ll never forget
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