4 poems by carlos mijares poyer in northern issue 2020 Sage Cigarettes Magazine U.S.A. #blacklivesmatter pages 13-17 issue in website

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4 POEMS

DROWNING IN A POND OF CORN
EMPORIA-THE LAST VERSE OF AN ABSTRACT TALE
DARK MOON TO THE SOUTH
MOON ILLUSION

ALSO PREVIOUS POEMS IN THE YULE ISSUE 2019 BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER
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original version of my poem DARK MOON TO THE SOUTH.

Dark Moon to the South 

by Carlos Mijares Poyer, (c)copyright, May 22, 2016, Carlos Mijares Poyer.

The fanning continental avenues where wind breathes good moods

The Latin river silver the Anaconda watching you in the night

and the red-haired bats with faces

The size of tigers hang from the trees to jump you.

Who said Vampires only lurked in Gotham?

The Phantom Rolls-Royce purple immaculate

Races opening the wounds of poor pedestrians

To the height and apogee of slums in

The Lost Metropolis of silent windowpanes.

The Beauty Queens of the hip that stole erotika

In your reverie of desire, and the rich laugh

At high decibels of hysteric desperation

To market the Red Scare and the Eagle’s Dare!

This Smile has no horizon, it is in the heart.

The giant rodent Chiguires the size of baby pandas

And the coral reefs of your spine

Of multifoliate shades of blue ocean in your eyes

From snowy sun to wet leaf,

The humid smile intonates candy-colored tones

On the marimbas and Salsa falls to your laps

Like a dead pearl necklace unleashed...

Soon, after the rain the city’s mountain runner

Smiles again

As the traffic jam issued the last gun shot

To vacuum your soul like the last sigh

Of a Spanish poem.  

These in the last gaze of the Caribbean Sea.

glossary: Chiguire is the Venezuelan name for Capybara, the largest rodent in planet Earth.
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TWO POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE U.S. CREPE & PENN MAGAZINE EDITOR MADISON KHALIA, BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER

SEE PAGES 44 POEM, THE GREAT SCREAMING IN MY SIGH

AND PAGE 45, POEM, DURING A STORM OF SENSES.

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POEMS
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THE SPEAKING DOG, POEM / EL PERRITO PARLANTE, POEMA

copyright by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, Dec. 2014.

Can a midget dog dress

Like Oscar Wilde?

Can the moon light the Sun 

Like your palms your face?

I am not like in the making of a rebel

Country in waiting momentum,

That’s for atoms and rainbows.

Their loud conversation and monologues

Two days in remembrance unreal

Could be over heard the angles of several buildings

Of white facades 

Staring at each other in utter recognition

Like distant moons as statues.

And the Speaking Dog said:

“Where, have my legs gone?”

“I was not invited to this community development war

Of imagery and verse.”

The dinosaur entering, stood there

“Try talking to parrots, they are into poetry reading.”

The parrot and the dog barked like humans.

And, as the last drop of liquid breath appeared in his eyes

The city realized in integral making

Into a new mercurious bubble.

And yet, construed the traffic

And the laser-eyed pedestrians

To reveal mortality, all of those vivid Spectrums 

The issue went on

Like a loud-speaker technically unleashed and insane!

The manifesto: finally appeared and arrived sullen in a perfumed envelope

While the ants waiting counted his last word:

I will not wait to remember.

THE GENRE OF A SCREAM-EL GÉNERO DE UN GRITO-proema

The lipid jet airliner crossing the sky
like a jailbird forgotten
the drum-roll of Sun
and the snare drum roll of miniature para-diddles of colors
vast unleashed freezing magic

"Scream", said the Priest.
The beast will leave you
like a cinematic alien
leaving your entrails
to decor those white cotton bed sheets

It was all a dream of Stars
in a night that harbored no tomorrow
no tomorrow

the end was no tomorrow

(c)copyright 2017 by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, all rights reserved.
Caracas, Venezuela.