Chirps

Chirps

On a leafless tree

! Not yet!! Not yet!

A lonely bird tweets

And flies away

For the spring to bring

Its soft & warm things

The sun and God

Still are remiss                                                 

What about me?

Where my nest is?

Where I want to live?

I did think

                                    

How can I escape

From this mesh, web or cage?

Those are inside & around me

Always confining me

Like fortune, God or destiny

Trying to sing like an angel

But chirping indeed

Dragging myself along instead

                                                                                     

VABM January 18, 2011
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2011/01/chirps.html

About pets & love

About pets & love

In her well known work about:

The truly and purely random

Distribution of nightly noise

Due to fowls and dogs

Master Zhon wrote:  

There is no such thing

As uninterested love

As there is not a rooster’s

First call at the crack of dawn

You can call it a myth

A white lie

A good intention

And a poet’s invention                                     

Someday love will be forbidden

As a drug

A very dangerous one indeed

Believe me please

And pets

Will be accepted

As the beings that are

Soft, warm, cool & beautiful

Maybe someday we’ll meet again

Together against them:

Except us

The whole world population

We just require

A backwards jump in time

A worm’s hole in space

To be together again

In the dark part

Of the same orange sunset  

Intoxicated with love

Sharing the same vision:

Double and distorted.

Waiting for the night

To show us it’s magic

To enchant us again

                       

                                   VABM January 14, 2011

Dry Rat at the park

Dry rat at the park

Here I’ve been

That babe in his babe’s car

And that boy chasing love or sex

Whatever destiny sends

In his brand new jaguar

Who am I? boy

I’m the man who gives you advice

About everything and even more

There must be at least one in every park

By day and night

And someday

I shall be as dry as the rat

That crossed the highway

Prematurely or too late

Or at the wrong place

Have a look around boy

Show me people

Here I’ve been them

Everyone of them my friend

At each age

I’ve never been a hero

But I think sometimes

This park should bear my name

And proudly display my statue

On a horse with a sword

VABM 7 January 2011
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2011/01/dry-rat-at-park.html

Under the Orion’s belt

Under the Orion’s belt

Another year’s start

With its evaluations and plans

Like a peasant trying to forecast

Floods, wars, crops and Lord´s moods

I’m again below the Orion’s belt

Evaluating my last year’s performance

Begging for money to pay the cards

Trying to figurate what the stars

Will bring to me this year                               

That has just started

May love show its beautiful face

Or maybe death makes me loose the hand

Of another friend or the mine

I don’t believe I do control my destiny

At least not all of its triggers

Because I know

I’m just a peasant

A sand grain below the stars

The flour for the bread

The world’s leaders bake

I’m just a dime in the market

Another civil on the road to glory

And could be a casualty

In another war to bring justice

To this evil world

I’m praying for the people who lead us

Stay busy enough

Traveling and meeting at their nice places

That they have not enough time

To bake bread with my flour                

I’m not asking

They do the work

They are paid for

I’m praying God

No to call their attention

For the rest of the things

I’m in charge

Except maybe for earthquakes

Floods, hurricanes and a long dry

And of course a big stone coming from above

Wishing a happy 2011 to all of us

VABM Wednesday, January 05, 2011