WRITE POEMS IN TREE/THREE LANGUAGES. 

EXPLORING PERSONAL STYLES : MAGIC SURREALISM, SLANG DADAISM, REALISM WITH UNREAL MAGIC

 

MicKeyPot

MicKeyPot
MicKeyPot

Perdu son pot
pourri-pot de fleurs
chez mamie dans
Grand Nord
 
A minuit à la barbe 
de Mickey les 
voleurs dans 
leur tire enfuis
 
N’était du menu
fretin, le gaillard
porte le pet
 bon matin
 
 
Les limaces ne sont
plus dans  les jardins,
elles étaient au
commissariat
 
Son sosie
s’en est saisi
poulet fermier
garanti
 
Minou connu
des coquins
sans donner
sa langue au chat
 
Maintenant il plante
sans plainte les
Marguerites
désossées
 
…tout
 ceci 
          est 
           insensé!


Impromptu
Poetry

Book

by Ana Isabel O


 

I don't Love you

I don’t love you, I adore the infinite song of your mind and your words. I don’t love you, I adore the artwork of your hands, the poetic expression of your lips and eyes. I don’t love you, I adore your faithfulness on the parallel/opposite of every you and us

I don’t love you, I adore each step you do in the land oppressed by the oppressed in the past. I don’t love you, I adore you are giving time to what is left to us each night in the whole land.

Copyright-AnaIsabelO


Palestine

Deep water waved lapse of fear. A million stars up in the sky,

one shines brighter we can’t deny made of dust, wind, marvel,
much more plus nothing.Time, space all along masters are not
of intertwined thoughts. Love really that is, as simple as water
turning in fire and long after your night, it woke to the wings of
the roses transformed in sword you have sharpen with fever,
fused together to be what we want in the universe will.
Hush up though you make jealous who can’t understand this
root from above, already volte-facing our dreams to soar

Copyright–Ana Isabel O

 


By the River

Soon the equinox will pass the wardrobe of our weather too,
your sweetness dressing every hill and your splendorous heart
making new all things while the wind kiss us floating across edges,
the sound of your eyes is singing to me a breathtaking lullaby.

Copyright–Ana Isabel O


Whats Not

Delight admiration tenacity hunch latent is in all creation subtle caress uniting hearts and all mankind on fervency and deity not with passion or being afraid for in real love no possession persevere and cannot lose what is divinely free, timeless vainglory the binding is, poisoning what love not is, see how this is turning in infinite circles because that’s what love is.

Copyright–Ana Isabel O


Cape Town

Wind honouring the holy streams
forth memories beholding beauteous
your wise delight timeless music rings
south or east across lands and mirrors
dance and heaven divine bliss spring.

Copyright–Ana Isabel O


Big Ego

Oh how much and many love your grace beauty and pilgrim soul awaken. If only you could bend with those precious gifts bars disuniting land sorrows but paced upon mountains faith face amid stars. Long time ago you said fifth autumn I counted then, birdwatching glamorous wings never noticing those five your heart have not grown old please read as I do in every inch of all stars the everlasting whisper of your eyes.

Copyright–Ana Isabel O


 

 

Moon-A?

Cosmic secret garden twisted joy under Earth this very day, on your lips my name vibrations of bells, I told you noons and days will kidd not, its divine go out again eastern poet watch our stars foretelling seventh heaven, time has set us free under a timeless moon.

Copyright–Ana Isabel O


 

Middel East Don Juan

Beneath the moonlit sky somesthesia, pure your sweetness and goodness are yet allure sorrows hide but trust time will remove breastwork thus for the intolerable load of greediness that on segregation lies my heart is sore oh one day when we will be in another circle, son will witness how time won over evil and bad while the speechless presence of your boldness caress what is more gentleness .

Copyright–Ana Isabel O

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