Biography of Luis Estable
I`ve been writing poetry for many years and every single day I get deeper and deeper into it. Of the so many styles of poetry I have managed to write there are sonnets, songs, children`s verses, haikus, blank verse, free verse.
Poetry is the language of the mind of the soul and the most compact form of expression.
Luis Estable's Works:
I have published a book of spanish poems titled " 30 Poemas Sentidos para mi madre muerta." If you would like a copy, go to Barnes and Nobel, or to Amazon.com and type my name: Luis Estable, or the name of the book, and you will see. Please, I would be more than graceful if you could pass the word around, and if you purchase a book you would make me quite happy and much thanks goes to you. This is for all those who can read spanish. You would like this book. The poems are heart- felt.
Luis Estable Poems
The Hell (An Epigram
To Catch (An Epigram)
Sonnet # 209
Like water fresh that one picks up to drink. Like fan that cools the soul on a hot day That`s what you are to me I gladly think, And truthfully I pray for it to stay.
Sonnet # 215
Yes, women excite my mind, and I don`t care What color: yellow, white, brown; even black. For color or hue yes rarely, be aware, The women makes, or tells if heart does lack.
Water Always Does It (An Epigram)
Good wine drinks grand! But for a thirst nothing comes better Than plain cold water in a glass
Sonnet # 226
Come running with your hair all loose, a smile; Wearing of silk a dress, no make-up on. Come running as you were a juvenile To meet her first caress and kiss has gone.
Do We (An Epigram)
Sonnet # 201
I heard the words in songs and books I read That when a woman`s eyes don`t love a male He can full of kind thoughts possess a head, Her mind his kindness will not try to inhale.
Tell me if I am right for I am blind Or want to be to jump the reality. Today I`m poor so people leave me behind. Tomorrow rich, I`ve friends as leaves a tree.
Sonnet # 206
Like any man I`d like some progeny To have produced before I`m barren-like. Something to call my own, a part of me. Something with happiness my heart to strike.
I Could Not Now (An Epigram)
Surprise, Surprise (An Epigram)
It Is Never (An Epigram)
Beer is never water To cure a thirst. That excuse given Is the classic act
Sonnet # 205
My hands do touch my skin, and I am sweat. I picture picture far my last with one. And I am motivation truly wet Though long it`s been and memories weak sun.
Sonnet # 202
Her bring to me. The one my face won`t see
As argument to love and things this sort.
And I`ll declare at last the heart has glee.
The eyes love well and do the heart consort.
One bring to me; wherever she may be.
That one affection drinks and kindness eats
As goods to love and have as reality
And does not care at all which looks she meets.
Her bring to me if the one does exists.