LOS ESCRITORES JOVENES MARCHANDO EN LAS CALLES DE MÉRIDA
THE YOUNG WRITERS MARCHING IN THE STREETS OF MÉRIDA
They wear t-shirts with words--
Basta de hechos--Queremos palabras--
Enough of your good deeds and information--
We want words!
Queremos palabras.
And they spray-paint garbage cans
with words that make the gangstas appear
as children of an innocent world.
They are ascendant, though, not cherubs, as children of an innocent world.
asking tough questions with fresh mischievous smiles.
Their questions like Neruda's Book of Questions,
written surreally on columns of paper the size of trees unfolding
beneath the cathedral of sky.
God, they are beautiful! In their visions may they inhabit our bodies,
so we might be confused into growing diversely
in one grand imitation of their fresh word in the street.
Jim Bodeen
23 November 2010
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TOCAYOS
Mi padre se llama Emmanuel
Dios con nosotros
Sí, Sí, Sí,
Dios con nosotros
Jim Bodeen
16 November 2010
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Berries from shade grown trees
Warm salt sea floats back stroke
White bike wheeling light
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Coconut buoys
Toes in coral sand
Waking with Karen
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THE BUS TO MÉRIDA
On smallest keyboard
Karen types with her two thumbs
Haiku from Grandma
Jim Bodeen
13 November 2010
TYING THE DAILY KNOT
WHERE WE ARE TODAY
AN ANNIVERSARY POEM
42 years of marriage
15,340 days--
Add 1460 days of knowing
before the ceremony
16,880 days of knowing Karen
19 years old when we met
6,935 days BK
Before Karen
Some of those days have been recorded by others
I was not conscious
Jim Bodeen
23 November 2010
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Poets leave campfire circles
knowing something else
is out there looking for them.
They must listen for this thing
that can't be seen. Not a time
for the queasy. Trust the voice
that says, "If you're going to be
funny, make me laugh."
Jim Bodeen
December 2010
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congratulations to you and Karen, these numbers are as good as they get. all praise for this.
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