Poem… Mortal Humanity


Mortal Humanity

(translation|modification of Mortal Humanidad)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Human mortality is certain!
Our life begins, flows and ends…
We assume the world was world,
is world and will be,
that the earth replenishes and germinates.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis. S. González-Acevedo–


 

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Poema… Mortal Humanidad


Mortal Humanidad

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

¡Cierta es la mortalidad humana!
Nuestra vida comienza, fluye y termina…
Suponemos que el mundo fue mundo, es mundo y será;
que el globo terráqueo por ser círculo siempre germina.


–Puede encontrarlo en el poemario Poemas Caribeños, por Luis. S. González-Acevedo–


 

Poem… Book of Spells | page four | Love, Death & Beyond


by Luis S. González-Acevedo…

Book of Spells

Page Four

Love, Death & Beyond

We’ve set ourselves as seals upon our hearts and lives,
but floods of darkness dawned and the waters’ forceful rise
eclipsed my waning breath from you and veiled my fainting eyes.
The mournful torrents of longing sorrow could never quench our love’s
ascending flight nor break with silence the flutter of its doves;
’cause in the end, you and I, we shall embrace forevermore:
our lips and kisses wet as waters’ flow on the joyful night
when love shall seal our hearts and lives once more.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–


 

Poem… Book of Spells | page three


by Luis S. González-Acevedo…

Book of Spells

Page Three

I.

Dayton in fright…
The Book of Spells  on-site…

II.

In Woodland Cemetery, the black arts rest.
Spells in a columbarium niche for the dead…


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–


 

Poem… Proper Nouns


 

Proper Nouns

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

When the world that knows our birth names disappears…
Do given names really matter?
When life is cruel & unpredictable…
Are the names we choose significant?
Do birth and chosen names hold any relevance?
What our names are… Does it matter?
When the only certainty at birth is scant,
life comes without assurance
and our breaths subside and scatter.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–