Four Poems

daniel de culla

SLEEPING BEAUTY

 

The illusion of “Sleeping Beauty” coming from her

Whose bones are of mist and ether

At the cataract of two wind falling

Where she is not and is not seen

In an instant remembering creation

Monstrous thunder and clouds

Where souls once again meet unhuman

And name each other

In the esoteric, mirror that lies invisibly

When the sea whiter coiled as wire

Because it comes from the beginning

As the lightening flash

Reconciled with the sky at dawn

Disappearing instantly

Into bliss.

 

Or as when Irving said he was just a poet

Going to sea reading

Jeffrey Delman’s “Dead time Stories”

Also known as Freaky Fairytales in the Film

Learning love through a decaying body

That happens

As kids die like beetles that route.

 

 

IN A LAMP

 

In a lamp and in a bronze candlestick

And in a carved stone in the Romanic time.

Culla was Templars’ matrix house

Where they developed intellectual powers:

The collective bargaining, the business deal

The double-dealing

And the sexual intercourse

And anything they could go also:

Poems, ideas, dreams

With so many colors and textures

But ruining their lives

With misapplication and the anxiety to money

As it happens ever.

 

EXTINCTION OF THE PLANET

We laugh at first

Excerpt from a Journey of blood and tears

When Songs of Love and Maps of Freedom

Have undertaken to be revealed

And only are correspondences, notes

Quotes as wave lengths.

Sun rods into mountains

Hearing thrssh thrssh from the tress

Rotting nebulae.

Moon rides rivers

Just being able to pick and go

Objective characteristics

To the observance of geophysics.

Are we seeing our extinction?

Voices– human crying

Voices-animal, voices-plant

But the Planet cannot sleep a wink

Bushing over the stream.

Voice-Life of Earth lives

And we laugh at first

Again. The same.

 

FRONT¨ DOORS

 

Baby O dynamite

 

mistress of the Star fish

 

swimming in my ears

 

where often a Wo/Man remains alone

 

long to listen

 

Doors singing my business daily

 

dead as a door nail

 

into all this Channel

 

O.O. % Ecstasy. No¡

 

showing me a door opening by itself

 

at the End of lives forgotten

 

when Sun is a dog cart

 

botted with gay dogs

 

of the dooms day

 

sit and dreaming

 

of the floor of our

 

nothingness sentencing:

 

“Baker’s dozen talk

 

19 to the dozen”.

 

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Daniel de Culla (1955) is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a
member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International
Caucus, Poets of the World, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review,
and Robespierre Review. He has participated in Festivals of Poetry, and
Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He
has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and
Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos,
Spain. His address is in Burgos, just now. He has more than 70 published
books.

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