English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandmother poem

los pequeńos rezos blancos
plantemos
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
asustado no más, digo
viejo vino a beber
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
debajo del timón del guerrero
como ella
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
voluntad usted brilla tenuemente en el mar?
resido en la montańa de la tabla

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • A Latino institution struggles to stay open - Los Angeles Times
  • The Democrats' Ex-Presidents - American Thinker
  • Great artists of tomorrow - Chico News & Review
  • Rapper Ice-T to orate Langston Hughes’ poetry in Indianapolis for ... - Indiana Daily Student
  • 2007 Los Angeles Times Book Prizes Awarded - Earthtimes
  • A concert for peace (The Bismarck Tribune)
  • Manchester Boys to honour mothers - SUN Weekend
  • Personalize Mother’s Day - Lake Country Calendar
  • Play review: 'Twelfth Night' at Boscobel in Garrison - Times Herald-Record
  • The Story of America - OpEdNews
  • BENEFITS - Catholic New World
  • Snide and Prejudice - Washington City Paper
  • Poetry gives look at prisoners' lives - OSU - The Lantern
  • Billy Joel diehard becomes his hero on stage - Scranton Times-Tribune
  • Students Write and Illustrate Books; Yale Composers Set Them to Music - WebWire
 

Mortgage Quote

Home Mortgages

November 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved