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Four Loves

“Four loves”  is a brief selection of  the poems written by my Gnome, poems  which some gifted people –those who have ears to hear and eyes to see – will understand; poems that others may understand in the near future, same as many other masterpieces which were not appreciated when they were created for they were ahead of their time.

These verses are mainly inspired by Love, Faith and Nature.

Some of them were born like lightening, in a clear and sudden inspiration, but most of them are the result of intense  pre-dawn hours of lonely struggle, research and meditation to find that precise word or phrase which  finally approaches the poet´s desire of  perfection.

These musical poems are full of rhythm, cadence and harmony.
When read aloud properly, they sound like beautiful songs: that´s why they are called “singphonies”. Their short lines and apparently simple words hide secret meanings. 
A bunch of singphonies makes a  Singphony.
       The titles of these poems are just the dates when they were written, so  you readers have no clues what they are about, one more challenge from the mysterious Unknowngnome!

 You are invited to read them and we will be honored with your comments.

You can also listen to The Unknowngnome reading two of his poems at the bottom of this page.

Thanks for visiting!


Singphony “FOUR  LOVES”

I ~ Thelema ~

“The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone”  (Luke 20:17)


hello I have nothing to sell
just a tale to tell
a syllabus of sorts
a lullaby of syllables
whose sojourn untangling
could only be the realms
of dreams feared
those that cause a pause
of unstead stance
and chill the spine
with just the thought of that ill will
where caught in the gossamer of her smile
cavernous and crescent
surrender comes
vexed in the fixation
fasting in thirst
where there often obfuscated
she hides overcast and ashen
echoing murmurs
and mirroring reflection
but with the single tingle of her touch
and emotion illuminate this bubble
this film of enveloping clarity
through which two sides see
and so you see as I
we know not where we float
in this lap of flesh
but hope it be the love of God
and not a spell of hell



it is not the poet´s path
by which I hack
verse by verse
each syllable and word
to beat so stressed
and terse
that the heat alone
gives rise of mirage
with each fell of the pen,
or the clear cut
hell of hearing
thoughts so jingled
that once in mouth and out
the tongue swells of thirst
and throat contracts in choke
that I track,
but the jungled vines of jargon
argot and slang
that lead in cursive call
that I with machete



I pass almost invisibly now
with an age becoming grace
where behind these words
I hold no age nor line of face to lie
just an edge of cadent
metered cane in gait
hunched in smile
and flirtive eye.
yet with word in slur
and murmur
and syllables slowed
and slipped,
thoughts drool cruelly
off the tongue in drips,
and hand in pen
in open defiance of focus
fixes in quake
without earthly tremor
the progressive stammer
and prolongation of fit
that once inked to paper
or fully orally linked
holds no measure but meaning
in the zen of a senile smile

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II ~ Eros ~

“Rejoice in your wife. Let her breasts satisfy you. Be captivated with her”  (Proverbs 5:18-19)



Dulcina dances
in consonance
of choral night
and constellation,
in a fluid ballet
of syllabled foot
and movement
whereby new moon light
her nuanced smile
of one more befitting
an angel than saint
predicates the day,
and too with accentual touch
and voice of verse
in lack of vowel
her fabrics of dreams
in choir sing me conscious,
and I in concert sing



she sings
an antique cantata
of words I do not know
but by voice, that voice, her voice
am I carried mediterraneanly
embraced by her call
to fall in fetus fold
in hold of her lotus hum
where in sum say some
some say lie the lyrics of love
upon the lips of cumin
unsalted and scented
and set in song
soft as satin
and latin night
enlaced in grace
and sung



she moves in moans
of early morn moon
and sensual turns
of bitter root words of meaning
making me swallow hard of thirst
in choke unquenched
her yolk of youth,
and where before I ate thereof
kiwi lime and lemon
now with such
dismissive touch
much of most
is lost and must
of passioned fruit decay


 III ~ Agape ~

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not”  (John 1:1-5)



what kings walk this day
by what queen do men swear
what men of claim
what women of forebearance
no principality
but the Prince of Peace
no King but Jesus.
in open hope
we sit in silence
and know that He is God.
hope an opus
hope is ours 



 in this passage of page
turn of turns
moon to sun
sun to rain
soon the sky to bow
and break in star
set to tune
softly sung
silky song
of whispered breath
and tongue
oh the tear exquisite
that traces the face
and falls as grace
granite to granite
stone to stone
as morning mist
in kiss of dew
oh the glory
oh the joy



at the well
seeking drink
sinking deep
the cord of pail
that plays of violin
and brings to lips
the waters deep
sweet soundings
and in quench
in keeping
the promise
of the morrow
without jar
to draw
the indwelling


IV ~ Philia ~

“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these”   (Luke 12: 27-28) 



in the subtle shift
and rift of ice
which splits
in little drips to drop
through hourglass
pinch of spring
in rush to summer
and autumn gnomon
and arms of winter upturned,
the seasons pass
in daily dance
of sundial and clepsydra



 by harvest of new moon cocooned
in orb web wane and cobweb ebb
and flow of vibrative eight point ballet
no stranger to stringed pirouette or strand
nor filament lure of rare spinneret
but umbilically lithe on such fineness of cord
descending ascending and ending absorbed
in middle C silk of four finger plucks
of gossamer touch and sheer airy airs
by firmament hand of harpist ensnared



 it creeps the floor
below the door
that radiant rage
that by degrees
sups upon
the keepings
of the coffers
of the corners
of the eye
and more
puts to wing
the cool of night
to which it sings
its iridescent dirge
of hallucinating heat.
it is that that saps
the psyche to sleep,
the insane sun that blinds,
not the light of moon bemoaning
but the day on edge of urge





“ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν θεόν, καὶ θεὸς ἦν ὁ λόγος. οὗτος ἦν ἐν ἀρχῇ πρὸς τὸν θεόν. πάντα δι᾿ αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο, καὶ χωρὶς αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο οὐδὲ ἓν ὃ γέγονεν. ἐν αὐτῷ ζωὴ ἦν, καὶ ἡ ζωὴ ἦν τὸ φῶς τῶν ἀνθρώπων; καὶ τὸ φῶς ἐν τῇ σκοτίᾳ φαίνει, καὶ ἡ σκοτία αὐτὸ οὐ κατέλαβεν”  (John 1:1-5)


Listen to The Unknowngnome recitating

7 Comments leave one →
  1. lorena permalink
    February 25, 2010 10:31 am

    Me han gustado mucho vuestros videos de San Roque de Riomiera, sensibilidad por la natura…
    Yo y mi compañero tenemos la intención de ir a vivir de aquí a poco a San Roque, nos cautivó!
    Ha sido una casualidad encontrar vuestro blog.
    Los valles pasiegos fascinan!

  2. January 31, 2011 7:16 pm


    she sings
    an antique cantata
    of words I do not know
    but by voice, that voice, her voice
    am I carried mediterraneanly
    embraced by her call
    to fall in fetus fold
    in hold of her lotus hum
    where in sum say some
    some say lie the lyrics of love
    upon the lips of cumin
    unsalted and scented
    and set in song
    soft as satin
    and latin night
    enlaced in grace
    and sung

    This was by far my favorite. It was sensual and just plain yummie.

  3. February 22, 2011 2:41 pm

    Tanith, I’m glad you got it. I forgot these were here. 😉

  4. March 1, 2011 4:43 am

    so beautiful! I am speechless! why did I take so much time to come to this beautiful place?

  5. dulcinaandgnome permalink*
    April 10, 2011 9:36 am

    Baishali, I don’t know, but we are glad you did. Dulcina said to tell you that the most beautiful places are hidden. Now that you know where we are, come for a visit.

  6. September 17, 2011 3:24 pm

    This was a very pleasant place to start my day! Thank you indeed. I actually have one of the posters above with all the names of God on it. I thought that was a great coincidence!
    Thank You for your visit. I will return.

  7. dulcinaandgnome permalink*
    September 22, 2011 3:12 am

    Thanks for your kind visit though I don´t remember visiting you, sorry.
    We are happy you enjoyed this place.
    About the names of God, yes, what a coincidence!
    Hope you return soon.
    Have a happy day!

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