Tuesday, October 28, 2014

CAMARADA CALLING by jjméndez

CAMARADA CALLING

Rrr-ring!

Hey, Slim.
Is that you?
Yeah. How’s it going?
Everything’s cool.
Glad to know.
How’s it with you?
OK, I guess…  

Gigging?
Yeah.  Well …no.
Looking around?
No, just laying low.

Taking a break?
Got no choice.
Don’t wait too long.
Ain’t desperate, ‘bro.
Not yet.
‘Till the money’s gone.
That won’t take long…

Well … better go.
Yeah, me too.
See you later.
Yeah, thanks for the call.
Adios.
                Click!

© 2008 jjméndez
© 2008 Original photo by jjméndez



Thursday, October 23, 2014

LAST NIGHT by jjméndez

Last Night

Your presence
relentlessly 
followed me
throughout 
the night
while I
was deep
in my sleep.

Everywhere 
I went
you were 
there next
to me
wrapped
in a wavering 
bright neon
white robe
whispering
a rainbow 
of rhyming
silken words
flowing like
a wild river
filled with
beautiful
exotic phrases
in a florid
language
I could not
discern
but clearly
conveying
the ecstasy
of your
essence
like a 
soft
blanket
enveloping
my soul.


All night
I tossed 
and turned
and embraced 
and squeezed
my pillow 
thinking
it was you
and I
wished
you would
never leave
my side.

But then 
I woke
and realized
you were 
just a dream
inside the
very same
dream you
and I 
were in
while
I was
still 
deep
in my sleep…

©2014  jjméndez



Sunday, October 19, 2014

AS AWARENESS EVOLVES by jjméndez

 As Awareness Evolves

Waves of light and hypnotic sounds fill
the empty wellspring of our infancy.

A Kaleidoscope of fuzzy ideas come
into focus as we learn to walk.

Words and symbols interlace our thoughts
as our the tongue begins to chatter.

Play and pretend add endless drama 
to our adolescent summer songs.

Inevitable heartaches and redemption
reshape the colors of our dreams

And we ride the peaks and troughs of time
and recall the empty moments left …
                                                       behind.

©2014  jjméndez

 Cuando El Conocimiento Evoluciona

Olas de luz e hipnóticos sonidos llenan
la fuente del vacío de nuestra infancia.

Un caleidoscopio de borrosas ideas se
esclarece al dar nuestros primeros pasos.

Palabras y símbolos entrelazan nuestro pensar
cuando la lengua comienza su parlar.

El juego y su pretender añaden infinito drama
a nuestro adolescente canto de verano.

Inevitables penas y su redención
rehacen los colores de nuestros sueños

Cuando cruzamos los picos y valles del tiempo
y recordamos los momentos vacíos que hemos dejado…
                                                                                        atrás.

©2014  jjméndez 
©2014 Original Photo by jjméndez



Friday, October 10, 2014

NOCTURNAL CHIMERA by jjméndez

   Nocturnal Chimera

The night was clear and serene
Studded with the sparkle of stars
Flanked by a full moon covering
The prairie in sublime silver light.

Trotting on his caballo bayo-coyote
Fidel meditates as he rides 
yonder into the painted horizon.

In a light trot and the reins 
hanging loose, his noble stallion 
knows where he's heading…

Hour and a half and three-quarters
a league are needed to cover 
the snaky hunched path.

To his left, the harsh and rough 
chaparral and to his right, 
the silky and smooth yellow pastures

Flanking a crystalline river that  
whispers a subtle sweet song
and floats on its way down below.

Like the final stroke of a paint brush, 
Fidel ponders at the dark silhouette 
of the distant sierra's tall peaks 
polishing the dark-clearing skies...

Filled with emotion, Fidel 
gives thanks to his God
For the joyous and divine 
scenic view and the bliss
He receives as he rides 
in the saddle...
The bliss that he enjoys... as he rides in his saddle!

© 2014 jjméndez

Poem dedicated to my viejito (1910-2002) who lived a Texas- México Borderlands life that can only be read about today.



Monday, October 6, 2014

QUIMERA NOCTURNA by jjméndez

     Quimera Nocturna

La noche era clara y serena
Manchada de brillantes estrellas
Acompañaba una luna llena que
Rociaba con su sublime luz la pradera

Cabalgando en su caballo bayo coyote
Iba Fidel meditando rumbo al horizonte
Con la rienda suelta su noble cuaco
A paso ligero trotaba sabiendo a dónde

Hora y media y tres cuartos de legua
Le faltaban por cubrir la encorvada vereda
A su izquierda el brusco chaparral
A su diestra el suave y sutil pastizal
Colindando el cristalino río que murmuraba un bello canto
Escurriéndose en vertiginosas curvas rumbo abajo

Más aun como última pincelada
Hacia la imponente distancia se divisaba
La oscura silueta de la serranía que
Al claroscuro cielo con sus picachos pulía

Colmado de emoción, Fidel al creador gracias daba
Por la dicha de aquel divino paisaje
Que con gran ahínco desde su montura admiraba
¡Que desde su montura gozaba!

© 2010 jjméndez

This poem is dedicated to my viejito who lived a life in the U.S.-México borderlands that can only be read about today...