Ramblings of Poe

Nicolás Heredia y Mota 1855 – 1901 translated from the Spanish by Edgar L. Peguero y Heredia  Tell me upon seeing the sweet rays  Of the splendid morning The majestic flag Of the stars and stripes? Yesterday upon death he prayed, Ostentatious deeds On the solid bastion. In the middle of the battle ... Between the roaring horizon Of the bombs and the bullets Walled off is the night upright, Its stars and stripes! Oh tell me if you still,  Our starry flag, Cover the roof of the brave, Cover the soil of the homeland! What is it that I glimpse There on the distant shore, And that shines upon the fog On the steep tower Where yesterday the enemy, The soldiers denied? With imposing silence What preludes the battle The breeze already reveals, Already hides it from sight … There the dawn finally lights up Its stars and stripes. Thus shines forever That venerable flag On the roof of the brave, On the soil of the homeland. Translated to Russian by Galina Lerner Американский флаг Ска...

     A cold dew settled 'er weathered face,  and long since they knew o'doting or such taste;     was a long fought look,              a trove found hence when note!

Deep steeped in moon's light sky full a starry summer's night. Muse formed by photon dust,  sliding in on glitter's gust

Rising tide and crimson light,  mustered thoughts  with each beat of heart - stand to fight,  in hopes to reach the summit. Ought!

ponder my time on this coil...  lost and old... don't care... just stop and fold... squandered, lost with failing prayers and blind angels... all the hope and time, from boy to man... seeking all cowardly angles and off to a lonely isle... man to old... isolation welcomed... ELPH© December 31, 2016

...solace present and center all else after... ...present and center, when? in the solace after... ELPH© December 16, 2016

Why so, if she does all, want me o'so meek... For all desire to boast humbly chest'n high... A compliment for her maiden in the least... Maiden from time gone by, now master over I... Maiden o' so sweet, your gallant awaits your feast... But so only a true maiden with her gallant, I... Never her who is much too great for I! ELPH© February 9, 2015

a rare glimpse outside our molds sleep so dired and a hope for all fortold... ...learn your irony at the end of day, and naive while youth's garb dawned  wise when the cloak is drab and gray. ELPH© January 16, 2014

I know you wonder, but you've found your love At your windows, stones are thrown By moonlight, a handsome face is shown Lay with me, see my bed is cold Long ago...where you awoke: every morn', you danced in sun Your smile gazed, at my gleaming eyes You went away,  and I stayed behind Not you, as you may a growing void, if you stayed... ELPH© June 2, 2012

Feel the small things that come, he said. FEAR THE SMALL THINGS THAT COME, he said! They that equal that given without thought to self. Small is the gift for those that do not forgive or forget. Small is the void for those that do in earnest. Forgetfulness is the blessing given to those truly forgiving. Torturous memory is the curse to those who are not giving. Sweep the cob web, open the windows, and let the fresh air clear out that which is unused, wasters of space and time, or thoughts of no contribution to man or god or God! Is not the man with cluttered life and mind not woefully odd? Why have memories that serve no good? Only those that are good will serve purposeful mood. Unforgiven memories only aid committer of waste and soot. And, only once accomplished can a man be remembered for whence he stood! Be not lazy, passive, or judgmental or presumptive; rather lay in fire, passion, and questions and in all be active. Work hard as to merit hard rest! What m...

Fester thoughts of 'morrow's regret & sorrow Of 'day's of sleep - wake: a call to action and doubt destiny's sanction Choice is man's canvas Make your dreams come true, they say Shake up your destined road, see the possibilities that lay ELPH© April 30, 2012

Mommy and daddy pray and hope, happy to tell of their little girl. Of her first day in kindergarten, then quickly of her teen years and first crush; eyes gleaming at the thought. Joy thinking of her first dance; to the prom with Lance. He's lucky to have such pretty lass. Such a gentleman, or so they thought, as they picked up their baby from another stop. I cried - ashamed of what I did; "Thought he'd love me, it's what he said". "My parents' baby I am no more..." "I should have died, not the baby I adore". God forgive me, he forced my hand... Threats to tell my mom and dad. May He give me the will to live, perhaps someday I will deserve the love I give. Until then, I'll barely get by, seeing my baby in every child's eyes. ELPH© December 4, 2011

Watch teens walk and laugh with no thought of tomorrow. Soon to forget most of what they fret or any sorrow.

Wake me up from my drably day, don't want to go to work or care about summer haze. People smile: can't stand them through these tired eyes ...all is hazed and foggy, I sigh.

Life is lived as though we bravery sewed, never realizing all life's goals,

Drab and dreary, just you sigh; a sign from the Mighty High That all is well and He is pleased ...for the moment He is at peace. ELPH© October 9, 2011

Feel the angst ...of yesterday's task; Let it fuel ...today's tools;

That which friends & family sanction, comes a thought of action: run far until exhaustion and isolation

by the moon I sit and leer as eyes stare and steer they run and dance her every inch her form, so gracefully statuesque painted in lace and less she smiles awaiting a wrestled mess impassioned fervor unparalleled the moons story I do tell clock's arms crossed in defiance seemingly his only alliance sleep: angel in heaven it now finally quarter past seven tonight I long for another night so vivid I'll yearn for passions that once made me timid ELPH© September 24, 2011

Solace found ...in novice sounds. Earnest tries ...cause relinquished ties.