February Poems

Art with tar.

A voila` poem : "tendra naranjo en flor"

Beginning this coming Saturday

I will write a book of poems

called :  " 29 poems this February "

One a day, and send them to you and you.

Whoever collects them and surprises me 

with few copies of them as a manuscript, 

I will be so thankful ...!

and show my gratitude

with showers of more poems

and hurricanes of music

and endless diamonds

and perfumed sunsets

Hawaii and Tahiti for you 

from me

and sweet mint tea in Marrakesh

and a gondola ride under full moon

a balloon ride over the vineyards 

and montes serenos.

Am I giving away too much ?

Okay, the piano and her playing

conspired to make me give...

A kiss, a kiss, before the night

trembles away with the shimmering

galaxies of stars

and the milk 

of the universe.

"Uno por dia, en Febrero "

Mauro, thursday , jan. 30th

XX XX

February first and doppo morire

or vedere Roma.

Work at what, writing a poem ?

Never!

Writing poetry should be a paseo,

a stroll in the park, a deer park

full of Bodhi trees .

Candy poem

con candela

and camaraderie.

Poemas de cafe.

Poemas en Sausalito.

North Beach poems.

Big Sur poems.

Tangiers.

Venice.

Istanbul.

Bahia.

Half moon bay

Este febrero volvere un poco

a esa lengua espaniola

que me vio nacer.

Mauro.

feb. 1st .

UNO

XX XX

CONVEX OR CONCAVE

El amor sacro o el amor profano?

That is the question.

Tell your story, convex or concave?

So many questions

and it is just Monday.

Rain in the horizon

wind right behind it.

The moon content

Jupiter quiet

and Venus in heat,

good winter heat.

The rock rose bush thriving

in the greenhouse.

All houses should be green

all roofs must leak

a little bit.

All fences rot,

walls collapse,

have we not learned "any"...

Every year has its winter

and every four years a storm.

But what will the future be,

will it be concave:

                             receiving, amalgamation,

                             recruiting, accepting,

                             recovering...

Or will it be convex:

  exporting, denying,

  declining,

  embarging, molestation. 

Mauro

Monday
Feb 1st of the lunar calendar

Not 2021.

Like perfect pitch

the rose is a rose

rare ability to give scent

without reference

The sum of all being

actual and potential

the jasmine entwined 

wrapped around sentences 

Like perfect perspective

to see Turner's paintings

under the London fog

clear eyes

A "Mozarted" poem

written in a whim 

casual as a caged bird

singing

Arriving at the syntactic 

summit

with out laborious

climbing

Deaf to the rules

as Beethoven

and yet writing loudly 

But of course 

we have few Bachs

in literature

Is there a thing

as perfect grammatic craft

Will merit reward 

the hard at work

or the hardly working

I dont want to over do it

spoiling the vastness

of this short little present moment 

looking for words to describe a flower' scent

Of course one can not write for everybody

the whole of academia passing by

thru a window going fast on a bus

and you are not there riding it

Nor here nor there

occupied with the maintenance 

of the magnetic world and other daily minutiae 

nostril hairs ear wax

swimming with dolphins

praising and praying

in contradictory tides

For you to say : work at it

if you want to get good 

and me responding : the rose committed to being a rose

                                  has the scent to prove it !

Mauro

Feb.segundo.

In-between Poem.

numero uno.

Secede! time to go sailing
  

to new horizons,
 

 get the boats ready
  

let’s  aim for warm places.
  
  

Away from this insanity,
  

but wait... wait...
  

we are not going anywhere
  

we want them to go!
  

  In my book you are out,


  I am staying 
  

and making this union
  

all over again.

  

We will burn the old constitution 
  and replace all senators and congress men and women
  

and jail  some with supreme court judges and lawyers.
  
  

EXHALE.
  

We survived Monica,
  

we can survive this apprentice.
  

The joker sits at the white house
  but only does that, 

sits and eat peanuts
  

and talks golfing and sport fishing ...
  
  Let’s  have compassion
  

for this retarded narcissist

  homophobic racist mother fucker...
  

as history brakes apart 
  

this fervent union.
  

Secede California !
  
  

Mauro
  Feb. tres
  XX XX

I watched the sun set today
over the glorious Pacific,
the waves rolling perfectly,
parents walking their kids,
bikers, surfers, birds.
The sky Cezanne blue.
The light, Van Gogh



Hard to think that

in this beautiful

and industrious land
all is not well.


Things happen

in a particular time.
All deposited love
is in a crisis

no finance's wizard can resolve.


There is interest
sticking again

in the cumulative mud
of discontent.
The fear

that feeds the anger,
sells.



All is not well.
The makers of faith and regulations,
from the podium of the senate

to the altars of temples,
insist in making us believe

we are better than what we really demonstrate

with our actions.


From the sanctum of social media
far away in the south Pacific

the Titans rule: be heard, or not.



All is not well
because friends are missing

the hugs of friends,
and the friendly kissing
and the things we did
when we were free.

Are we really that late...?

Have we crossed the Mississippi?

Has the milk of our way soured?

I will not leave you with catastrophe,

but with music and champagne.

I will end this poem with a song.

I will end this poem

with the word: "song"

and the words of a song 

          that sings: Aauuummmmmmmerica.

Mauro

jan 17th

3 days to the 20th.

Forza!