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This poem has been re-christened (renamed) because I have featured it in a screenplay I just finished writing. It's new name is A Morning Legende. And you can listen to me recite it here: http://josegainza.podomatic.com/player/web/2011-08-12T13_24_12-07_00

Well that's why I don't consider myself a real poet yet, though many of my poems have much promise: I never learned the rules. I write what I hear in my head and what sounds good to me in the moment and while I edit. I would have to check out one of my poetry books to understand exactly what you mean. Thanks for the advice though. Since I like this poem so much, I think I might do that. And then write some more sonnets.

Thank you very much. I apreciate it. Actually I've been reading it over and over since yesterday.

[My latest poem. I have rhymed again. I am proud of this poem]. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before Your Labor Day By Jose Gainza As the rays of dawn race to brush your face, While your eyes are shut softly on my pillow, The scent of rind will awaken your embrace, Shine a smile on me that has no touch of sorrow. This orange skin caresses cheeks this new born morn, Ere I peel the fruit in our fragrant, windowed room. Of tears of joy and gasps of mirth you warn, As I feed you slices sweet; your feast assume. The trickling dew upon your chin I kiss away, And soon the circle of my lips will circle yours, And the duvet cloud embracing you I'll throw away, And lift you in my arms through bathroom doors, Lay you in my tub to bathe away our night, And resist your call to join you with all might.

Brian, did I do a better job in the following poem? "THE ETERNAL RECURRENCE OF YOUR ROARING THUNDER By Jose Gainza You thunder in me, you thunder in me, you thunder in me … My heart pounds and pounds, it pounds and pounds! You thunder in words, you thunder in words—you thunder my breast, thunder my breast. You slow down my voice, you raise the volume, you expand my lungs, As you pound in me, O pound in me. I see it’s like glass in me, smashing in me, shattering free. I hear the hard brass in me, trembling free, My metal in me electrically shuddering, ringing in me, like bells in me. I hear you as horns in me blowing free, boisterously blowing your song through me. My heart pounds and pounds, it pounds and pounds! I hear you as drums in me, pounding free. I see you as leather in me bearing the hammer Hammering me, hammering in me … My heart pounds and pounds, it pounds and pounds! I feel you as water in me, flowing through me; you are the falls on me, Crashing through me, pounding the boulders inside of me. You are the showers in me machine gunning me, Drenching my clothes and my flesh. I feel you as wind in me shooting through me, The launch when my earth wants to sing, Wants to bare its simple pain to it all in me. I hear you howling in me, screeching in me. I hear your sirens and beckoning reach, Pounding in me, O pounding in me. My heart pounds and pounds, it pounds and pounds! I hear you as words in me, as seeds in me, growing, growling, and echoing free— Calling my soul to envision, and my eyes to enlighten The truth I resist when you pound in me, O pound in me. I hide from the storm that you are, you as pounding in me, The thunder of you and the trembling in me, The wisdom of you that still lingers in me, But it thunders in me. The vision you spoke of, the freedom of we, the freedom of you and the freedom of I, The freedom of men who know of the storm that persists midst our light; And who know of the system that will recall the sun, And who know of the promise like I promised to you. I persist while producing the vision but bearing the storm Of your dying shadow and fainting echo, yet persisting memory. Yet I’m producing a vision to end your storm … My heart pounds in me, it pounds and pounds! Still you thunder in me, you pound and pound and pound …" --Or is this too blank and modern? Really, I would love to know.

"This sighing/singing of total feeling? This flying/ringing of all my body?" I believe that you would include both words that are separated by the slash; it is not a choice for me or anyone, we do not have to choose either/or. I've never seen that before, it's a good technique. There is a seeming contradiction in my thought, but if one understands what I mean there really isn't. The way you do it is very eloquent. Thanks!

Brian, thank you very much for this! That was great! Can I share this on my facebook, and name you as the writer, because I have included this poem on my wall, and would love to share a better expression the thought I wanted to express. Please!

I've been busy and so haven't had the time to check these comments out. I'm surprised and glad that you have chosen to speak about my "poem". Um, In the last year or so I've hardly been able to write rhyming poems, and not much poetry. Yes, I would like to develop this poem further. Yes, give the right rhyme and rhythm. However, there are moments when I have an idea, a thought, which could be the essence of a poem, and so I write it down, I speak it slowly, tasting each word, but I would love to be able to do something more with them. I like reading Whitman--ALOUD. Just to hear the words, each word, and there is a rhythm in him. And so I have occassion where I just need to write down the thought. The thought is very good in the "poem" above. It is one of my best thoughts on love so far. It came to me in a moment and I just had to write it down. The thought was good, and so I shared it. Again, thanks for your comments. Jose.

A SUDDEN SENTIMENT This is existence! This is what my strongest feeling says: That to be with you is life— That what this mirth and fear embodied in aching, are saying, Is that you and I together now are the meaning of life! Together we are the triumph of what is possible to human ability— The testament to how magnanimous the earth is to men’s dreams— The end to which all our choices and actions have thus embarked— The confirmation of our beneficent power of choice, seizer of this Utopia— This choice the constant condition of eternal happiness: This greatest payment, this union of our worthy selves!

I loved this movie. I saw beyond the aspects of politics and morality that I disagreed about. I must say that I didn't even grasp yet any flawed and evil liberal propoganda in it. Anyways, the movie is irresistible even from the opening speech, which is Natalie Portman's character's: V For Vendetta

Ode to West One By Jose Gainza Perspective 1 Perspective 2

I'm looking forward to the political stuff. Please and thank you.

[i missed a line; my apologies] Recollecting a Facet of Utter Wanting By Jose Gainza … Your slender feet up creaking steps—your stretching calves cause ankles blushing. Your shoeless feet have socks too short—your legs have pants too high … You sit outstretched on cushioned chair and plot your legs too nigh … Your cherry joints of hand extend towards salty delight: Giant olives sucked by lips divine do sound of tender kissing! So my heart pursues a frenzy … my teeth sink into lip … my stomach growling … I breathe and freeze in place and close my eyes to overcome my plight ... I look across to hold your face in sight and see you cocky smiling.

Recollecting a Facet of Utter Wanting By Jose Gainza … Your slender feet up creaking steps—your stretching calves cause ankles blushing. Your shoeless feet have socks too short—your legs have pants too high … You sit outstretched on cushioned chair and plot your legs too nigh … Your cherry joints of hand extend towards salty delight: Giant olives sucked by lips divine do sound of tender kissing! So my heart pursues a frenzy … my teeth sink into lip … my stomach growling … I look across to hold your face in sight and see you cocky smiling.

The Penguin Classics is a good size. It has a grey cover with a dark haired serious man in a suit. I bought it for a friend recently, and I paid a little extra than the normal paperback, because I didn't want my friend to struggle with the font, which is a size I would have preferred to have read it in the first and fifth time. Jose.