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
I Have Done It Like Some Women
I am a man, but I have done The kiss my eyes so closed And felt inside my burning head A human who disclosed
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.
To Catch (An Epigram)
To catch a kiss with your eyes,
Or an embrace with your thoughts.
I failed this job just once,
And I did lose the woman.