Original Artwork by
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, West Covina, CA
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
THERE’S A PLACE
There’s a place
I have not gone before
just around the bend
and now I know.
There’s a place
not far down the road
where a bird sings
not too loud, not too soft.
Let’s go there.
I want to go with you.
It does not have to be now.
It is not so far away.
We can walk there.
There’s a place
I have not gone before
just around the bend
and now I know.
There’s a place
not far down the road
where a bird sings
not too loud, not too soft.
Let’s go there.
I want to go with you.
It does not have to be now.
It is not so far away.
We can walk there.
Where a bird sings . . .
RAINS OVER PAINS
I welcome the rains over pains.
This heart cannot take anymore.
Things get too complicated.
Some days I do not wish to exist.
There are days without pains
and days without rains. If I choose
the days without one of them,
I would love the rains over pains.
I wish to exist as the rains wash
over my sadness and if it ever
leaves for good I suppose it is
the rains that I would thank.
I welcome the rains over pains.
This heart cannot take anymore.
Things get too complicated.
Some days I do not wish to exist.
There are days without pains
and days without rains. If I choose
the days without one of them,
I would love the rains over pains.
I wish to exist as the rains wash
over my sadness and if it ever
leaves for good I suppose it is
the rains that I would thank.
THE INFINITY OF SORROW
The infinity of sorrow
has me coming and
going. The somber sky
is ever distant with
a yellow moon
surrounded by darkness.
I feel sorrow gnaw
on the back of my heart.
The infinity of sorrow
has me coming and
going. The somber sky
is ever distant with
a yellow moon
surrounded by darkness.
I feel sorrow gnaw
on the back of my heart.
SLEEPY EYES
Nature drops rain
into my sleepy eyes
and I like it.
It is all I need
to awaken.
It is all I need
to get to thinking
with my tired mind.
Each drop
from the sky
makes things real.
I am seeing
more than ever.
I was blind,
so blind,
because
I could not see.
Sentimentality
makes things tough.
I feel for the rain
like I feel for you,
my easy friend.
Nature drops rain
into my sleepy eyes
and I like it.
It is all I need
to awaken.
It is all I need
to get to thinking
with my tired mind.
Each drop
from the sky
makes things real.
I am seeing
more than ever.
I was blind,
so blind,
because
I could not see.
Sentimentality
makes things tough.
I feel for the rain
like I feel for you,
my easy friend.
SLEEPING THROUGH LIFE
Instead of sleeping through life
try to learn everything you need
to survive. Try a little of this and
a little of that. One of these days
you will see God’s face. Today is
not that day unless it is. There is
no antidote to death. Do not bang
your head against the wall or
sleep through this life when you
could choose better things. Be
free like the birds that fly and
you will start feeling better about
yourself. Do not let damp weather
stop you. The gentle rain will not
hurt. Lose yourself in books when
unfavorable elements are stacked
against you. Take a walk on the
side of life instead of overpriced
eateries. You will feel good about
feeding yourself with your own hands.
Instead of sleeping through life
try to learn everything you need
to survive. Try a little of this and
a little of that. One of these days
you will see God’s face. Today is
not that day unless it is. There is
no antidote to death. Do not bang
your head against the wall or
sleep through this life when you
could choose better things. Be
free like the birds that fly and
you will start feeling better about
yourself. Do not let damp weather
stop you. The gentle rain will not
hurt. Lose yourself in books when
unfavorable elements are stacked
against you. Take a walk on the
side of life instead of overpriced
eateries. You will feel good about
feeding yourself with your own hands.
THE PLAGUE
Now and then
a plague comes
around to
turn your world
upside down.
It offers
love sometimes
and friendship
with a few
benefits.
In the end
it will rip
you to shreds
and you find
you wasted
a year or
two, maybe
even five,
restraining
orders and
change of cell
numbers and
places where you
are social
with others.
You do not
need that kind
of plague. The
pandemic’s
bad enough.
True love will
find you in
the end. I
know that song
pretty well.
______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
STAY WITH ME
—Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Do me a favor?
Stay with me
until I go to sleep.
I want you to be
the last thing
I see before I slumber.
You do not have to
stay all night.
I know we are not there.
_______________________
Luis Berriozábal has dropped into the Kitchen today with poems and a couple of art pieces, and we’re glad to see him, as always!
This afternoon (Sun. 10/17), 3-4:30pm: David Anderson of Lincoln Poets invites you to the Zoom meeting/open mic (bring 3 poems for a read-around) at us02web.zoom.us/j/85962483608/. Meeting ID: 859 6248 3608; Passcode: 142237/. Please remember: when reading your poems, read to the microphone in your laptop or phone so you can be heard well.
________________________
—Medusa
Original Artwork by
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
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