El Doble Marti Sencillo y Libre

--Versos Sencillos Jose Marti Apostol de La Nacion de Cuba. Introduzco la Palabra "Urba," el infintivo del "Urbir" y como Simbolo de La Estetica Culta de Marti, su Manera de Inscribirse.

El Calvo tambien era Heroe,

Su Doble del Maestro y Bardo.

A los Dies y Sies fue Prisionero

AUtor INtelectual y Apostol

Capitan Periodista Traductor.

Cautivo al Martirio Ideal

Vivir por las Entranas y Sal

Saber Llorar Espuma y Rayo.

COnducir a traves del Limite.

Y LImite Traer a su Buen Fin.

Como el Pino a la Empolla Sien

Hundir a La Llaga Flor y Diente

El Perro Feroz, La Dentadura

El Lagarto Que Turbando Urba.

LA HABANA ROSA BLANCA EN JUNIO

La Habana te admiro, Isla Maestra.

Tus Frutos son Hibridos saben a Luz

Cabellos Dorados con por la Aurora.

Tus Poetas mis Sabios del Azul.

Tardecio a alcanzar la Peninsula

Cuales no Conocen el placer Ser

Obstante Esclarecido Amor

Trae entre Sus Rayas mi Buen Estar.

Mi Porvenir por las Huellas Alas

El Signo es este: Aguila Blanca.

Pino de las dos Temporadas.

Enero y Junio celebran festeja.

La Blanca, Sincera, y Amada

La Rosa de mi Don pa’ su Hada

SUNNY PART SHADE

I walk to the corner for aspirin

crossing the sidewalk as it bisects me

the people all occupied with being

careful and cautious afraid to be seen.

I, too, wish I were more invisible

that the plunge in the maelstrom fingers

like a violin that becomes myself

played by a sound wave along a quiver

Silent orchestra, hour of stillness,

a vessel as celestial as a star

brimming in a whole and part mystery

the sacred noon hour has passed and filled

Taking two drops from a symptom of pain

to answer the pressure of life again.

A GOOD DAY

A good day begins like everyday does.

Expecting the daylight to give us love.

We want good for others and through ourselves.

We hope to return by our force alone

To a New Dawn where suffering lessens.

It sparks a desire for more wakens

In the answers where mystery blossoms

An Echo of the sound of the sovereign

Who cultivates a sacred message song

This is a Good Day when Good Days are Gone.

Holy at Once is Holier Again.

The Pestle-Hearted stem of the Flower

Grows to the Earth against the Mouth of the Sun

And the Earth becomes a  Bulb of Absynthe.

SONG OF THE LAMB OF GOD

Lamb of God, Run to the House of God.

Run to the House of God, Lamb of God.

Sing to the Lamb of God, the Lamb of God.

Prayer go  the House of the Lamb of God.

Make Way to the House of the Lamb of God.

Hurry to the House of the Lambs of Lambs.

The Lamb of Lambs and the Sins of the Wrong.

Righteous as God in the House of the Lamb.

Grace will greet you there by the Lamb of Lambs

The Song of The Lamb is Song of the Land.

The Song of the Land is a Song of God.

The Song of the Lamb is a Lamb of God.

God will wash over the Blood of the Lamb.

The Blood of the Lamb that washes the Land

HERRERA AND HUGHES

Herrera and Hughes at Eye Level Sky

Skip a Beat when they come Nearer, Shy Guys,

Quick to see a Flower in Window.

The Petals a Ceruzulean Blue

As they Bloom upon the Slat’s own Shadow

Casting a Tree through the Leaves of an Oak

Like a Jacaranda would Look from Earth

Made of Fiber and Water grown Sterner

As the purplish and serene Light Vision.

As it would seem to Speak back to a Ray

IN its Own Visage with its Own Language.

Eye Says to Ear what Sound says to Rhyme.

It will not be Revised nor Rewritten

It is Not Made for that Purpose, Again.

TOLSTOY AND A TREE

Tolstoy, brim hat, austere of autograph

platinum, stern, the lengthy cheek shaded,

his eyes underneath eye level shadow

leans on a tree that appears a finger

a vein wraps the trunk, casts off a sparkle,

while the master looks into the camera

wearing his gown and searching of gesture,

and seems to weigh or balances himself

a man and a monument both alive

dark clouds crowd the background like a curtain

as they close in around him he looks through

his image and directly for our view

from one side of himself to our own one

the embrace of his love with our union

ROSE AND SONG

Revisions no More, they never were Much.

A Sonnet written Once never ALters.

Though it blooms every color of the Spectrum

It leaves much more to be Forgotten Mulch.

Yet that it Harbors in its Loveliness

Decline or lost Petal is still a Rose.

From January through Summer Thorn Cross.

Lit from the Source of its Bower Tress.

From Roots of its Mysterious Hour

Alone and adorned in arms of the Mantle.

STrikes up from Safe Chambers Wrestles.

Eyes of the Darkness stoked in the GLow.

That Rose that single head topping its Crown

Rose, Flowered in Music Flowered in Song

CANTO FLOWER TRADITIONS SONG

Chispas de Fragrancias Urbanes y Eticas.
Cosmpolitas Contemporeanous Spondee.
Look at Me. Looking at Them as they Cast.
Their Thousand's Held Dreams in a Being Been. 
A BE TO BE ANYTHING FAITH WHAT IT DOES.
Ensures for an Age the Produce of LOVE.
Peace from the Eyes Days of a DOVE.
I Fly There I see THem I Breathe in the Air.
Which was planted by Seeds in the Seams, FLOR.
A SOng that It knew that it COntained SANG.
Backwards and Forwards to begin Again 
Driving Upside Inside Out Passionate.
Rates of the Phases of Beauty Augment
Gained within in Omnipresence.

HOLY POETRY SACRED POEM

-- Let us Gather in a Flourishing Way, JFH 1973 Los Angeles FLor y Canto

Oh Holy Morning, Afternoon, and Night

Beaming Everything Equally Bright

The Sun of Great Adventure born to Sing

Breaks through the Ages a Golden Bell Rings

With Brow HIdden HIgh Above the Mountains

Breathes with the Plumage of Centurions.

Wide Open Plains Flaming in Elegance.

Lights the Yellow Poppy,Oh Beloved

Beauty is Everything that Lacks a Home

Gathered together in a Sacred Poem

ROSAL DE PAZ, PEACE FLOWER SONG

Pink MOttled Clouds Softly Draped over Earth.

Anoint the Surrounding Buildings and Light

As an Evermore Quality Arose

It Succumbed to its Never Returned Might.

To Breathe with the Life of the LIVING ROSE

Harvest of the Dawn with the Afternoon

A Basket is Woven of a Parchment

Light Addressed Hope in an Envelope.

Beauty arranges its Force or Power.

A Golden WindChime as this is a Verse.

Aged in its own VIntage a Future There.

Where Poetry Once and Always Honor

Alive IN AND Of ITself a FLower

The Song of its Petals Harmonious

CAESURA AZTECA CTHONICO VERSO GENUINO

Se Nace de Un Por Supuesto No.

Lo Prohibido Anuncia el Pacto

Tu Para Mi No Eres Debido

No te Escucho y Todo Silencio.

Si por no Ser un Diablo Patronzon.

Que Nutre a La Hambre Humano por Son.

Alcanza a Tales Tallas que AUNe Carbon

Si es Por Ser Valida Escombro

Nacio de La Tierra Volo su Nido.

No Pidio Nada ni Entierro. Salto

Desde la Lobrega Manta del Rio

Hacia su Destino Por el Quinto Sol

Por Lados de Especies Floridos.

El Bosque de Los Conocimientos.

DECLAMO Y CANTO DEL QUINTO SOL

Les Declamo del Maestro mi Afan!
 -- Poesia Sacrada La Paz Audaz.
Subito Baja La Luna Alas.
Vuele Mariposa su Hibrido Dulce.
Galantia de Verde Luz Amor.
Es El Llamado a Las Virtudes.
Sus Parpados SIempre en Sueno No.
Mirele Su Ventana Fina Rey.
Batea desde la Distancia y Huye.
 Brillante Esplendida Hadea
Paloma en Persona Flor y Ser.
Quetzalcoatl Alcanza y A VER.
Trae Traje de Caballero es EL.
Maestro Y Epoca Quinto SOL

DEW TENDER FALLS, ROSAS ROSES

A Bouquet of Pink Tipped Roses with Leaves

SPilled Open over Parchment of Beauty

TOgether are FOrmed a Cross grown Trees

The Imagination Its Entreaty.

There the Pink Sheaves through the Thistle Pokes through.

Blossoms of Many More Pink FLowers’ Boughs.

Branches that they are on Delivered Arms.

What is Beauty to its Image or Photo?

In its Afterglow Reprised by its Stem.

Golden Green Evaporates in Violet

Hues Dyed by the Augmented Ivory.

Beyond in its NEarness, a Trophy Pen.

Pink that it Grows May it be Principled

As Dew of the MOrning’s Moss Tender Falls.

A MOTHER AND HER FLOWERS

Children in the FLower Garden Run Play

THey Gather Joys, the Look of a Petal

It Blooms in their Cries: One for Mother, Wait,

Bends forward at the Altar of Beauty

Plucks Ordinary Weed for its Power

Which is to Say The Child of the Earth

Thinks Only of One Thing at that Moment.

Her Mother so Anxious Waiting for Her.

How She Must be WOndering if I Care.

That Where She Planted Seeds I too have Grown.

A Mother is a FLower of her OWN.

So Says her Own Blossoms so says this Verse.

Over  the Walks she will take in this WORLD

She will ALways Listen to your WORD.

A POET ON A HORSE WITH A NAME

Gitty Up, Nag! Come on Saddle On, Up!

The Poet and his Doppelganger Son.

Ismael, Little Ismael, was the One.

His One and Only Son he Couldn’t Touch.

THAT HORse that Man that Elegant Tongue-Heart.

Breathed for a Thousand per Century

Scents of the Beauty America Held.

What a Lovely Martyr what a Bold START.

FROM There to the Aztec, Mayan, Inca,

FRESH AND INDIGENOUS ANCESTRAL

The BERRY that you THrive on its ESSENCE.

PICKED BY THE HANDS OF THE CONTINENTS ARCS.

But This Has Gone Off of the Subject, Joe,

You Are the Power of a Eulogy.

MARTI AND HERRERA: FATHER SON

While the two have never met both are Moderns.
They Know the Worm is a Caterpillar
Wings of the Butterflies know their Name, Bards.
Oh Sing me a Song Cuba y TUcson!

Los Amo Perimetricos Estilos Merengues.
La Papaya se como sin Censura Oyen
Por Cuba no es Necesario
Distinguir Entro Eros y Palomas.

CONcentrete Vaya Venus Ven.
Mas Cerca a Mi. Soy tu Duende.
Capitan son mis Musos Veredas!
De Rostros Rosales Camino Siguen

Bless you Poet in the Gloomiest Times!
You are a Peace Meal for Worthier Vines!