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.
- What Starts (An Epigram) -new-
- Talk Much But....(An Epigram) -new-
- Thoughts Someplace Else (An Epigram) -new-
- Poor Youth (An Epigram) -new-
- Sonnet # 215 -new-
- They Think (An Epigram) -new-
- The Backdoor Wanted (An Epigram) -new-
- Sonnet # 214 -new-
- Sonnet # 213 -new-
- Sonnet # 212 -new-
- How Can Some (An Epigram) -new-
- Down Looking (An Epigram) -new-
- Killed The Deed -new-
- I Was (An Epigram) -new-
Luis Estable Poems
Sonnet # 209 -new-
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 #207 -new-
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 -new-
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) -new-
Surprise, Surprise (An Epigram) -new-
It Is Never (An Epigram) -new-
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 # 4
Le it be before my time to go That sadness did not play an awful game. And at the end I came to have the glow That this our earth nor futile neither shame.
Mistaken Pleasure (An Epigram)
Afraid Of Hell? (An Epigram)
It is a world down there Of pain, tears, and fire. But we continue with crimes And forget to be kind
Sonnet # 203
Let me have today a youth, no woman-thing. A flesh fresh-new, acquainted not with men. That time when she appears an ever first spring For her cut a paper ne`er on writ a pen;
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.
The Hell (An Epigram
To Catch (An Epigram)
Do We (An Epigram)
Do we catch a train,
Or to the store do run?
This is picking my brain.
The way we language use.