Post your favorite poem(s)

[Jessica]

Numbers

by Mary Cornish

I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.

I like the domesticity of addition--
add two cups of milk and stir--
the sense of plenty: six plums
on the ground, three more
falling from the tree.

And multiplication's school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow
of a boat.

Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else's
garden now.

There's an amplitude to long division,
as it opens Chinese take-out
box by paper box,
inside every folded cookie
a new fortune.

And I never fail to be surprised
by the gift of an odd remainder,
footloose at the end:
forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,
with three remaining.

Three boys beyond their mothers' call,
two Italians off to the sea,
one sock that isn't anywhere you look.

[María José]

Thanks for the info, Rusty

[bmarquis124]

wow..together we managed to make rusty rotfl and blush in the same thread...it's amazing

[Planet hopper]

Ok, here it goes, it may not be my favourite, but it's fresh baked, I wrote it yesterday night, my new desk is my new laptop:


Mi nueva mesa de trabajo.





El todo terreno se pierde entre las dunas
Volviendo a ganar por esta vez.
El mar se encuentra con el desierto
Al borde de mi cama, enorme y vacia,
Llena tan solo de mis propias victorias.



Aprendo maneras nuevas de celebrar
De ver pasar los dias que faltan para verte
Mi nueva mesa digital acaricia las yemas de mis dedos
Y mi corazon fluye como nunca lo hizo antes

Se cierra un ciclo, desaparece
La falta de esperanza, la destruccion

Y los dias caen como petalos de margarita
Esperando que vengas a recoger lo que es tuyo
Felicidad, cariño, justicia,
Aquellas cosas que siempre nos merecimos.


Y doy gracias al cielo y a la tierra
Por mis piernas, por mis dedos,
Por mis amigos y mis enemigos.

Te espero, no tardes,
el helado aqui se derrite pronto y nos queda mucha vida que compartir....

[Rusty]

Poema fresco, libre y tentador. ¡Me gustó!

[Planet hopper]

Grasias

[Jessica]

Originally Posted by Planet hopper

Grasias

Should it be spelled Gracias ?

[Planet hopper]

You may spell words to resemble the accent of the person speaking, taking that you are in an informal situation. Language is life, so it can't be academic and formal all the time or it gets boring. I thought everybody here would know the way to spell gracias, so I spelled it the andalusian way to convey familiarity.

[lee ying]

como amigo te conoci
como amigo te hable
perdoname que te lo diga
pero de ti me enamore.

[sosia]

Juanita, in "Puebla de las mujeres " (Hermanos Quintero)
"Al hombre yo le comparo
con un barquito de vela
y a la mujer con el aire,
que a donde quiere lo lleva"
"A man is for me like a little sailboat, and the woman is like the wind, wich carry him wherever she likes"
Saludos