OVERLAND POEM BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER PUBLISHED IN MEXICO CITY-POEM OVERLAND DE CARLOSM.P. PUBLICADO EN MEJICO OCTUBRE

MI POEMA, OVERLAND UNA POSTAL DEL MEDIO OESTE NORTEMAMERICANO, SERA PUBLICADO EN CASTELLANO EN LA REVISTA DE CIUDAD DE MEJICO, MORPHOS REVISTA DIGITAL EL 1RO DE OCTUBRE, 2019-

-MY POEM, OVERLAND A MIDWESTERN POSTCARD WILL BE PUBLISHED IN SPANISH IN MEXICO CITY DIGITAL LITERARY AND CULTURAL MAGAZINE, MORPHOS. EDITOR IN CHIEF Samia Bulhosen Ojeda

The poem has been published so far four times in 4 different continents in English and Spanish.

El poema ha sido publicado ya cuatro veces en 4 continentes diferentes en castellano y en su original inglés, escrito entre caracas y kansas city u.s.a en 1985.
Carlos E. Mijares Poyer

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As Simple as Death / Tan simple como la muerte (proema)

I wrote this in three minutes, no editing.
Escribi esto en tres minutos, sin edicion.
Written in English and translated to Spanish by the author.
Escrito en Inglés y traducido al Español por el mismo autor.

(c)copyright de Carlos Mijares Poyer, diciembre 12, 2017 (december 12, 2017)
Caracas, Venezuela.


AS SIMPLE AS DEATH

I wish I could have predicted free-will
like the splendor of fire-flies
...the abject abyss
of florid stairwells

I wish time had elapsed
to find truth forgiven
and convex eyes in blue
oceans of gaze
across urban panoramas
and sleights of rapid eye movement
I dream...

Cannot forsake emotion
as a dire fiord
of mirrored walls
tenements of canyons
in the heart of human passion

And the petals
like ears listening
to poetry
and the stars developed
a film of fantasia


TAN SIMPLE COMO LA MUERTE

Ojalá hubiera podido predecir el albedrío
como el esplendor de las luciérnagas
el abyecto abismo
de escalinatas floridas

Desearía que el tiempo pasara
para encontrar verdad perdonada
y ojos convexos en azul
de océanos de miradas
a través de panoramas urbanos
y fotografías de movimiento rápido
de los ojos durante el sueño

No puedo perdonar emoción
como un acantilado nórdico
de paredes en espejos
edificaciones de valles
en el corazón de la pasión humana

Y, los pétalos
como oídos escuchando poesía
y las estrellas reveladas
como película

de fantasia

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.

That Young Man-proem

WINNER OR LOSER-WE WILL NEVER

BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER (c)copyright2008, february 23. Caracas, Venezuela. 11:26 p.m (the year of the rat).


THAT YOUNG MAN

He spoke beyond his possibilities
entertaining the aloof and evil imps

He rose like a tall flower
and said nothing
nor was erased by time and space
as is usual

His lady lovers talked of him
made no clearance of biography
or much less a type of passion

his family disclaimed like others
professed to ignore quite subtlely
his intimate desires

he passed through the stars
like burnt Sun
whose wind, solar, had closed its eyes
like a child dies much to soon
for the regret of many
who never saw the flame in his eyes