Los Versos del Aguazul: The Blue Water's Verse

By El Aguazul

This book of poetry encompasses the work of Roberto Saenz from the ¬year 2005 to early 2019 and is a culmination of a great effort to synthesize and put into perspective the great and wondrous workings of the planet's spiritual side. His poetry is about his recollections of events starting in 1990 and continuing to early 2019 and beyond. This work constitutes poetry about being affected by the spiritual world and is also about his ongoing general daily living experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781662400094

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Among strangers once again after all this time,

Like a melody that is set to rhyme;

Since November 9, 1990, the world became

all a fright!

Visiting the ruins of the USA, almost having gone

astray,

Like holding mad dogs off at bay,

The end of the world started that day!

I had started there some four years aft; it’s still

The same—you could have laughed!

Since that dreadful day—all alone.

The war on terror called me home.

I was to be sacrificed you see,

To a war on terror yet to be!

01/06/05

Recollections I

Small efficiency up on the refrigerator,

my TV;

A small place, but no disgrace and a lot

of work you see!

A Saturday and no small play;

upon my life you see.

A deadly bat and his band of rats

out of the kitchen darkness he!

Did attack and tried to murder

me!

A deadly fight to his delight,

but I prevailed you see!

No small play fourteen years at bay

and War on Terror upon thee!

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Me fui a los trabajos

Hace quince anos pasados;

Me fui a los trabajos,

Y nunca he regresado.

Me fui a los trabajos

Muy disolucionado;

Con los tiempos y las viviendas,

Muy mortificado.

Quince anos enteros

Hace que me fui.

A solas y disolucionado

No me arrenpenti!

A solas y disolucionado

Mortificado por ti;

A solas y a solas

Trabajo por mi.

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Winter and a long hard year;

Nary time to stop and fear!

Winter’s song is scarcely heard;

And yet, it’s there hushed on earth!

Step by step and day by day—

Hardly any time to play!

Hardly a person’s step is heard,

And yet, they’re there and soft on earth.

Staunch winter, and yet, ’tis soft­

Snow tho’ some is still aloft.

Winter’s song is scarcely heard;

And yet, its footstep’s stilled on earth!

10/04/05

It is difficult to write and tell about

The world that is a tell-a-bout.

What utterings, what slang!

What indulgent speech with which to wang!

It is hard to walk and run about,

In a world that is entangled roundabout.

What shusherings for gadabouts,

What incessant tongues for pranks!

Time was when we heard about,

A time we lived to tell about.

What waves of sound a-fling!

Life an unimportant thing?

I remember the blue chair you see,

In a small Dallas efficiency,

I was looking up at my TV,

Deadly killers in my house,

I was not that easy there to roust!

A deadly symbol and a strike to kill,

A man stood up and met the chill;

The strike came from the great beyond,

The killers there at heaven’s gate;

The killer’s strike was made, but late!

The war on terror speaks to all,

But there alone I was meant to fall;

Like Humpty Dumpty from the wall!

I remember the blue chair in my house!

A week of work and I was tired you see,

I was looking up at my TV,

There on top of the refrigerator,

In my small Dallas efficiency!

A symbol of the Bat was flashed,

A cobra’s blinding venom, and the,

Talons of a hawk were at my chest.

The war on terror tells the rest!

01/06/05

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In 2005 and man alive! The end of the world and all that

Jive! 2005. They almost scored! The USA was the last

Word. The war to end all wars was launched in Beltline

Dallas overflowed. The eternal flame went out and the

Omen General was at Davis Street in staff car and four stars;

The pope also visited that town—an ol’ cowboy town grown

Up in a circle and gotten too big for its britches—the latter

Day rains were launched that day November 9, 1990 almost

Anniversary of having gotten work you see! The War On

Terror had begun! A flashing bat, a cobra’s smoke, the

Deadly killers, it’s no joke! A crystalline structured hawk—

A talon’s grasp! The death strike of a lowly asp. In 2005