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Eternity Shivers with a Coldness Translated from José Antonio Pamies’ “Toda la eternidad tiembla de frío” by Robin Ouzman Hislop

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Toda la eternidad tiembla de frío,

es un plan muerto antes de nacer,

porque la cáscara nutre el vacío

ahondando en el alma de las cosas.

*

Yo sé que tú no crees en lo baldío

de la flor siniestra sobre el café,

la tarde es para ti como un estío

abrasado de calor contra las rosas.

*

Traerá Mayo su trasnochado azul,

contemplarás bajo el color nevado

tallos ocres de cuando fuiste oro.

*

Raíz negra rugiendo en el baúl,

solar sin tregua, sexo desmayado

donde el calor despierta sueños de otro

*

José Antonio Pamies (España)

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Eternity shivers with a coldness

from a plan dead before it is born

because the rind which feeds the emptiness

deepens in concerns of the soul its form.

*

But you don’t believe in the sinister

wasteland of this coffee’s wild flowers,

evening for you is seen as a summer,

a scorching heat burning against roses.

*

May will yet come in her outmoded blue,

you will watch beneath a snowy colour

before when you were gold, stems of ochre.

*

Black roots twisted in the wooden trunk scream

on a relentless ground of sex fainting

where the heat awakens another’s dream.

*

Translated from José Antonio Pamies’“Toda la    eternidad tiembla de frío” by Robin  Ouzman Hislop

 

jose pamies

José Antonio Pamies (Alicante, 1981―) Finalista del III Premio internacional de poesía 
Andrés Salom 2005 y del II Premio de la editorial poesia Eres Tu 2010 con Las Ruinas 
de la Aurora. Ha publicado Campos de hielo (Babilonia, Pliegos de la palabra nº 3, 2012) 
y Afonías (finalista del XXVI Premio Gerardo Diego de Poesía), así como poemas en revistas 
y numerosas antologías. Reside en Madrid, donde realiza estudia Teoría de la Literatura y 
Literatura Comparada.

 José Antonio Pamies (Alicante, 1981―) His early poetry collection Las Ruinas de la Aurora was a runner up at the III Andres Salom International Poetry Award in 2005 and the II poesia Eres Tu Publisher Award in 2010. He has published Campos de hielo (Babilonia, Pliegos de la palabra nº 3) and Afonías― a runner up at the XXVI Gerardo Diego Poetry Award. He currently lives in Madrid, pursuing studies in Theory of Literature and Comparative Literature.

 

This sonnet together with its translation appeared in The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Exciting new sonnet anthology edited by Richard Vallance now available on Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1lIL0jF BN ID: 2940148833628 Publisher: FriesenPress Publication date: 11/20/2013 Sold by: Barnes & Noble

 

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Robin Ouzman Hislop (UK) Co-editor of the 12 year running on line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. (See its Wikipedia entry at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_Life_and_Times). He has made many appearances over the last years in the quarterly journals Canadian Zen Haiku, including In the Spotlight Winter 2010 & Sonnetto Poesia. Previously published in international magazines, recent publications include Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review, Appalachian University N Carolina, Post Hoc installed at Bank Street Arts Centre, Sheffield (UK), Uroborus Journal, 2011-2012 (Sheffield, UK), The Poetic Bond II & 111, available at http://www.thepoeticbond.com and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes a recently published Anthology of Sonnets: http://bit.ly/1lIL0jF. He has recently completed a volume of poetry, The World at Large, for future publication. He is currently resident in Spain engaged in poetry translation projects.robin@artvilla.com and you can also visit Face Book site at www.facebook.com/PoetryLifeTimes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Far Deeper than a Soul Starves.Richard Lloyd Cederberg.Haiku/Tanka Poem

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 Far deeper than a soul starves

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Being positioned

Between vitality and

The grays of shadows;

This freely expressed life of

Extraordinary colors

*

Creates full rainbows

With words and desert echoes;

Revealing her path

*

As an art scholar,

Medieval literature;

One LIVING sculpture

Lamenting loves complexness;

A dragonfly ASCENDING,

 *

Rediscovering

The innocence of dreaming,

Not fully knowing

*

 Her life will evince

The fervent hopefulness’s

 Of one seeking TRUTH

 *

DRAGONFLY rises,

In humbleness of spirit,

(Voyaging beyond)

 Life’s many unrequited

 Gifts given from two scarred hands

 *

 Understanding now

 Dying as a conversion;

 Circling obstacles

 Akin to daily regrets;

 A cathartic chrysalis

 *

 Waiting to be bound

 To ONE who emancipates

 The LIFE she foresees;

 Translucent of an echo;

 Far deeper than a soul starves,

 *

 Chrystus beckons

As an artificial church decays

 

 ***

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Why I Write, What I Write. Poem. Ruan Mills Burke.
		

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My writings are varied, my thoughts fuel the fire
My mind takes them captive before they expire
An inner dimension, newborn in the breeze
Dictates to my fingers in moments like these


My muse is a tyrant, a dragon, a fiend
At unlikely moments more thoughts have convened
I cannot detain them, they must have their way
Pushing and shoving to hijack my day


Dancing a tango, seducing my mind
Forming the words that my voice cannot find
Rushing and tumbling over the page
Whirling and twirling, coming of age


Splicing, enticing, leading astray
Dreaming up ways to enrich the affray
Sounding and pounding, building with glee
‘Til finally, a brand new creation is free


It’s because all of this that I write what I write
I don’t have a choice when new notions take flight
I am merely a vessel, a means for my muse
Thus providing a stage for its artistic views.




©RuanMillsBurke2010


 


Born in the south of England, Ruan is an avid reader and writing has always been a part of her life. She says, “The challenge of sculpting the English language into works of art is always exciting because it is such a diverse and perverse material that I can never really tell what shape each piece will take”.


 


Ruan now lives in western France, drawing inspiration from her three wonderful dogs, the surrounding wealth of art and music, and the beauty of the vast French countryside


 


Ruan has had her work published in seventeen anthologies to date and has been a guest speaker, reading her own work, on both UK Southern Counties Radio and Radio Caburn.

She has won several poetry competitions and been recognised by the Arvon Literary Foundation UK.


 


Her work was featured in the top 100 Poets 2001 for the Arvon Literary Foundation and the top 100 discovered poets of 2012. Much of her work has also been recognised on-line via websites such as Authorsden, Poem Hunter and Poetry.com.


 


 


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A Cage Biosphere. A Poem  by Jim Dunlap.
		

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                                                           Jim Dunlap  Author                                         


 

 

 




 Nebulous writhings, pure emotion,


 blot a madcap ledger, writ


 like the last, inchoate notion


 of a dark, unhealthy fit.


 Extant some bold lammergeier,


 serpentwise, yet dragon fell,


 destroying life’s pure, flaring fire


 across untrammeled leagues of hell.


 Colors shooting blinding schism


 lighten dark, unfettered dreams.


 Sunlight, filtered by a prism,


 outlines evanescent schemes.


 Thus from behind these prison bars,


     the savant yearns to claim the stars.




 


Jim Dunlap’s poetry has been published extensively in print and online in the United States, England, France, India, Australia, Switzerland and New Zealand. His work has appeared in over 90 publications, including Potpourri, Candelabrum, Mobius, Poems Niedernasse, and the Paris/Atlantic. He was the co-editor of Sonnetto Poesia and is currently a Content Admin for Poetry Life & Times. www.facebook.com/PoetryLifeTimes  He is also the chief proofreader for the On Viewless Wings Anthologies, published out of Queensland, Australia. In the past, he was a resident poet on Poetry Life & Times and the newsletter editor for seven years with the Des Moines Area Writers’ Network.


You may find him here:


http://www.thehypertexts.com/Jim%20Dunlap%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm


Here: http://www.whoislog.info/profile/jim-dunlap-poet.html


Homepage: http://mindfulofpoetry.homestead.com/index.html

 Here: http://www.pw.org/content/jim_dunlap_1


Here: http://www.artvilla.com/plt/currentoct06.html


Here: http://allpoetry.com/contest/2602767-Poems-for-Jim-Dunlap–


Here: http://classicalpoets.org/fairy-dust-anarchy-and-other-poetry-by-jim-dunlap/


Here: http://classicalpoets.org/fairy-dust-anarchy-and-other-poetry-by-jim-dunlap/


Here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/109492


Here: http://allpoetry.com/column/9188321-Book-Review-The-Spirit-of-Christmas-in-Poetry-by-Jim-Dunlap-by-WandaLeaBrayton


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Except Seven None Return from Caer Sidhi.Poem. Ian Irvine(Hobson)
		

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We are never quite done


 with the gloomy castle


 it shadows all our domestic hours


  from birth through the sapling years


 and on.


 


 It stands on a steep embankment


 surrounded by a thick, dark forest


 and from its battlements


      unlucky souls observe in the distance


 a glass-green ocean


 a starry firmament.


 


 Below, in the icy castle grounds, 


      huddle mournful souls


 freezing and forgotten by all


      but their closest kin—


 a melancholy place


 but nothing eternal to it.


 


 The sun that rises elsewhere


       will not penetrate this structure


 hidden as it is, under northern mists, 


 wizard spells and optical illusions 


 of light and dark.


  


Though the city is your new mistress


        you may encounter this castle


 in dreams


 animated by an almost human moon,


 the eerie chatter of small  


 flitting things—not exactly bats—


 and damp torches burning tentatively


 on, towering ramparts.  


 


 And you may encounter stone griffins 


  or other frozen phantasmagoria ,


  and ponder why it is 


 that you always approach Her


  in the dark 


 with frost stinging your skin


 and the air painful to breathe.


 


 And there’s never any wind 


 it’s always so still and ponderous— 


 like a painting:


 an ocean of souls (anticipating fire)


 ominous clouds (dull and lifeless)


 and


 the muddled heavens


 so vast, so domed, so utterly silent. 


***


Ian Irvine Photo


Ian Irvine is an Australian-based poet/lyricist, fiction writer and non-fiction writer. His work has featured in many Australian and international publications, including Fire (UK) ‘Anthology of 20th Century and Contemporary Poets,’ (2008) which contained the work of poets from over 60 nations.His work has also appeared in a number of Australian national poetry anthologies, and he is the author of three books and co-editor of many more (including Scintillae 2012, an anthology of work by over 50 Victorian and international writers and poets). He currently teaches writing and literature at Bendigo TAFE and Victoria University (Melbourne) and lives with fellow writer Sue King-Smith and their children on a 5 acre block near Bendigo, Australia.

 

Links related to his work are as follows:



 

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http://www.scribd.com/IanHobson

 

 

 


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At the end of Lemon Valley. A Poem by E. Darcy Trie
		

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 Darcy Trie-1


smarter than sugar

 i once understood the language

 of strawberries and creole

 and upon the sickle tree

 i hung gods until their bodies

 swelled and trumpet lilies bloomed like

afterthoughts or translations

sung by the damned


and in the guts of night

 i crafted the clavicle of a sonnet

 knuckles rippling

 like a gray sheet

 a history lesson with grandmother’s hair

 and chanting like an orchestra


i had dallied in colored wars

 and rolled dice made of mangrove

 millets and messages

 the purple pits ate by eight

 and had i listened

 these new runes foretold

 when the white drapes

 would fall


and when it did

 the flounder refused to speak

 it is caught

 flopping red and then black

 each side growing weaker

 until it was just

 dinner

 its amber face is trapped between tequila

 and november


sometimes

 on the patio

 i call out to the violins in lemon valley

 but now

 they do not


answer


***


Born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1975, E. Darcy Trie is a Scorpio, Rabbit and matriculated in Little Rock, Arkansas at the age of two. She graduated at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville with a B.A. in Psychology along with Minors in Drama and Asian Studies. Sensing that achieving her Masters would drive her to drink, she wisely opted to tour Asia in her early twenties (thanks to a grant provided by Bank Of Daddy), and in the year 2000, found herself in the heart of Beijing, China where she began writing due to the fact that crocheting was far too complicated and because the voices in her head would not shut up.


By 2004, she had completed two romances, one historical and one modern, and after viewing all nine seasons of the X-Files and three seasons of C.S.I, finished the first two series of the Snow novels and is currently writing the third installment. During this time, she has also had several pieces of her poetry published in various online poetry magazines.


Her passions and hobbies includes writing, reading (anything put out by Neil Gaiman), Disney movies, all divination tools such as Tarot, I-Ching, Runes and is an enthusiastic, although albeit amateur, astrologist/paranormal investigator. She is 5’10, weighs whatever she wrote on her driver’s license, owns a lot of black hoodies and is addicted to It’s A Grind’s Passion Fruit tea.


She is fluent in English, Mandarin Chinese, some French and once took a Zero Hour in Greek in high school. She hates mornings, coconuts, wire bras, and sincerely hopes that this is bio is long enough to fill up an entire page (doubled-space of course).


Ms. Trie currently lives in Las Vegas, NV because she adores $2.99 buffets, Paigow Poker, and that lovely 116 degree August weather. She dreams of writing best-selling novels that will delight and thrill her future fans and because she is tired of being a productive citizen and wants to go back to being a mooching hermit.


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Le mystère d’amour. Love’s Mystery. Poem.Translation.Jo-Elle
		

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Le mystère d’amour


Jo-elle




  Ils se parent de couleurs,
  de leurs plus beaux atours
  pour montrer leur valeur,
  se promènent alentour.

  Il semble que leur coeur,
  amoureux pour toujours,
  veut montrer sa vigueur
  en chantant ce beau jour.

  Avec quelque impudeur
  ils arborent leur amour,
  et affichent leur ardeur
  comme de vrais troubadours.

  Alors ils passent des heures
  à danser, faire la cour,
  sans soucis des rieurs
  vers leur but sans détour.

  Pourquoi vont-ils sans peur,
  comment savent-ils toujours
  où trouver le bonheur,
  c’est le mystère d’amour.


  ***


 Love’s mystery


They dress in colour,
in their best finery,
to show their valour,
and walk without hurry.
 
It’s their heart’s nature
to be in love always.
To show their vigour
they sing throughout the days.
 
Like real troubadours
they display their feelings,
express their ardour,
immodest little things.
 
That’s why they spend hours
court without any shame,
coloured like flowers,
flying straight to their aim.
 
Why they go fearless,
in complete liberty,
how they find happiness,
that is love’s mystery.


***








Jo-Elle (re-)discovered writing very recently, when an accident put her professional career on hold for two months.  She has been writing poems since, mostly to learn English as a member of AllPoetry.com, but her best poems are in her mother tongue.


An analytical mind and an eternal learner, she writes about any subject, from nature to the human condition, which she observes from a detached point of view, and even more so when the subject is close to her heart.




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Life Collects. Poem. Scott Hastie.
		

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Life collects, pools around you.


It paints its highlights,


Nothing there you can destroy


Or begin again.


 


Calm in aquamarine beauty,


Barely a hint of surf’s snowy trim.


Today the sea is out 


But will come again.


 


For the moment, 


On the beach,


My love and I, 


Naked and blissful as can be.


 


In the soft, sun baked sand


History between my toes.


 


Sense how 


Even the smooth stones ache


With stories of their own


In the shuddering light of day. 




***




I am a full-time writer and poet, based in the UK– fortunate enough to be living and working in tranquil surroundings of the English countryside, some twenty miles north of London. Sparkling new poems & images at www.scotthastie.com




This poem is copyright of the author and appears by permission, and for the sole purpose of the marketing and promotion of, The Poetic Bond III, prior to publication on 30th September.  All rights reserved; all applications for use in any media should be addressed to the author, and all applications for use in any media of this poem in conjunction, or in connection with, The Poetic Bond III, in any media, should be addressed to Willowdown Books.


 


PRESS RELEASE


THE POETIC BOND III


Publication date 30th September, 2013


Contact; Trevor Maynard, editor, thepoeticbond@uk2.net


The Poetic Bond III is the third anthology of poets from new media, social and professional networking, mainly garnered from the professional networking website, LinkedIn, but also through performance and word of mouth. The Poetic Bond is about exploring, sharing and encouraging poetry from all over the world.


Thirty-six poets from 11 countries were selected through a submission process in which there were no restrictions on form, style, length of subject; instead the choices made were on the basis of emergent themes and congruency in the pool of work; a snapshot of the poetry of new media NOW, seeking to capture the zeitgeist of the moment.


Editors’ Notes


1. THE POETIC BOND III (2013) (edited by Trevor Maynard) ISBN  978-1492384199 will be published by Willowdown Books and will be available on Amazon from 30th September 2013 for $19.99/£14.99.


2.  Copies can be pre-ordered for the pre-publication offer price of $10/£7 from http://www.thepoeticbond.com


3.   Biographies  of the poets contributing to the anthology can be found at http://www.thepoeticbond.com/IIImeetthepoets.htm


4.  Trevor Maynard is a UK based poet and writer, manager of Poetry, Review and Discuss Group; his second poetry collection is KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON is published by Willowdown Books and further details are available at www.trevormaynard.com



 


 


 


 


 


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