I Kiss and Kiss
I kiss and kiss again
The lips of pretty Beth,
And then of joy I weep
For it does take my breath.
poem by Luis Estable
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Whoever Did It: Cruel!
The narrative of humankind
Goes through so many thorns.
Whoever the maker is
The creation is cruel.
poem by Luis Estable
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Epigram # 18
Look how we come together,
On a day of rain and foul weather
To fall in love later
Than before better.
poem by Luis Estable
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Song # 53
I see the spring now coming
And have a tiny song:
Let us the birds hear singing
And with the spring belong.
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Which Is; Which Is
The nested narrative of the thought:
It`s in the brain
which in in the mind
which is in the soul
which is, well now what?
poem by Luis Estable
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It Is Spring
The birds are singing loud;
The flowers are growing fine.
It`s spring! It`s spring! It`s spring!
The first of which I`m proud
For I`ve fallen in love.
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The Wisdom Of An Older Lady
'Why is blood red? ' I asked
To an older Lady.
See, the rose is red,
And lips are fine if red.
Eyes are frightened, eyes rejoice
At the color red.
That`s why blood is red.
poem by Luis Estable
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I Feel A Lost Child
Now the sun is out,
And the birds are singing,
But there is no doubt
That I`m sad and crying.
Leave me Julie did
For another man.
Now I feel a kid
Who has lost his candy.
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Song # 36
In the month of April
I behold the showers
That from heaven fall
So we can have the flowers.
In the April month
You know May is near,
That the birds will sing;
The sky will be so clear.
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Once Sad, Now No More
I knew a little girl,
Sad songs she sang all day.
That she be glad I prayed,
And it became a truth.
No more sad songs from her;
No longer sad she feels.
Now she is ever glad
To be on earth alive
poem by Luis Estable
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