Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

A Poem for my Uncle – Una poema para mi Tío

// February 28th, 2010 // No Comments » // Poetry

I wrote a poem for my Uncle who is recovering from an illness; It is a translation of a poem by Bryant (my favorite American poet) into Spanish.

Quien sea lamenta, en lagrimas estéril
la velocidad con que nuestras momentos vuelan;
Yo no suspiro sobre los años desvanecidos,
pero miro los años que apresuran adelante

Pues, apresurate, Tiempo — es bondad todo
que acelera tus pies alado tan rapido:
Tus placeres pasan hantes que pierdan su sabor
Y todos tus dolores se pasan prontamente

Tu vuelas y llevas nuestras aflicciónes,
Y cuando marcha tu tren sombrillo,
La memoria de tristeza creze
un peso liviano encima del corazón.

Text Me for a Poem (or Adventures in Foxy Boxingland)

// December 16th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Poetry

So recently I went to South Columbia and stayed at a hotel near Ft. Jackson (for my younger brother’s boot camp graduation) and my sister had never been to a strip club before; Might I add it was the only bar for miles around? We wanted to drink and they had pillowfighting.. Not only that, it was foxyboxing pillowfighting, need I say more?

So apparently, at some point after 8 rounds of Jaegerbombs, my older brother Patrick writes down a cryptic message on one side of a $2 bill and and the other says to “text me for a poem” and he actually wrote my number down! Then he says he left it at the bar where there was apparently some super hot stripper bartendress working there.

Suffice to say I was a little pissed, but thought nothing of it.

So we fast forward a couple weeks up to tonite and I get a text message which I figure out quick is from South Carolina… here’s how it goes down:

803-XXX-XXX: Hey

Me: Hey Yourself

803-XXX-XXX: I just found your num on this two dollar bill i had

Me: You came in out of the night

And there were flowers in your hands

Now you come out of
a confusion of people

Out of a turmoil of
speech about you

I, who have seen you
admin the primal things

Was angry when they
spoke your name in
ordinary places

W would,
that the cool waves might
flow over my mind

and that the world
should dry up

as a dead leaf
or as a dandelion
seed pof and be swept away

So that i might find
you again

Alone

803-XXX-XXX: Wats your name

Me: I only promised a poem, never a name -
you’ll have to earn more for more

803-XXX-XXX: How

Me: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours

803-XXX-XXX: Aight

803-XXX-XXX: You sendin it

Me: [SEND AWESOME PIC OF ME]

Israel Smith Smoking a Cigarette

This is the photo I sent, it is one of my all time favorites.

803-XXX-XXX: Wat was that

Me: That was me smoking a cigarette

803-XXX-XXX: Your a dude wat the fuck

Me: Uhh.. Would you please give that $2 bill to the hottest chick you can find?