My Blog List

Monday, February 28, 2011

A Poet by Force of a Board of Angels like Ginsberg Say

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

FIghtin a Devil Disguised : Valso to the ANthropollywog

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Sonnet to Fight a Devil Disguised as a Scholar Ole!

she types on the keyboard all day la-la
rhyming backwards with no mercy--valso
valso valso val! a ten-FIngered dance
versus a Gingerbread House (an Oven)
rife with Moral Monsters we refer to
as the ANthropollywog, a half-wit-
hered Creature with Minute Erections. Ole
they believe Latinas are Prostitutes
because when they Claim it, Smoke
in Mirrors, AbrcagrabherAss if you Like.
You know who needs Protection. We do!
Cuz we are Petty Ass Amiphibials
disguised as Humanists which Rare Worth
breaks freeeerf of AnthropollyWogWorld!





This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

a Lei, Wildflowers, and Smile Subversive.

Dispatching the flowers of verse, verse Mine!
I love your Brown Eyes. Don't they make me Blue
when I see they are Filled with Tears of Truth
that fall without Witness, without Protection.

Yet, you are My Verse still a Prisoner
of Vanity that Squelches its Finer
Sisters, that Digs at the Eyes of Justice.
Just like Sarah Palin without Diamonds,

Guns, or Breast Augmentation, a Fallen
Pompoudor! A sad Crown with no Blossoms.
For Jealousy? There are Better Reasons
than Envy. Such as have you Heard a Poet

came out to Greet Me and wearing a Lei
of Wildflowers, Smile Subversive?

http://americansappho.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-ex-rey-pound-carbon-verse-sound.html




http://americansappho.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-ex-rey-pound-carbon-verse-sound.html


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

To Ex Rey Pound: Carbon Verse Sound

I am a Carbon
Atom, A Fake.
A Replica
of Everything,
I copy I
Imitate I
etatimI
Backwards Forwards
and in Reverse.
No Importa
Silly Putty
that's where it's At...
A Ball of Clay
that Rolls on Words
and Mirrors them
each one at a
Time no less than
Verbal Virus
contaminated
with DNA...
Inauthentic
a Zero times 1
makes me Zero
Everytime. Verse
Variable
Relative Sound
Intractable
Rhythm of Pound.






his Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

the Eternal Worth Creation, Origin, Self-Evident. The Sonnet Americanus. I AM.

What am I a Mountain of Verses Green
and Red, Watered Words that keep Flowing?
They belong to You! I just pick Them Up,
Dry them off and Re-arrange Them
in Shakespeare's Fetish Form. His Favorite Love
was Infinity, a Christian of Course
just like the Founding Fathers who would Read
the Classics when Writing their Thoughts, Ideals:
the Declaration of Independence.
Why else would they Make an American
Sonnet, A BirthRight There in the 14th
Amendment? There Twice: an Eternal Worth
Creation, Origin, Self-Evident.
The Sonnet Americanus. I AM.



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

A Patriotic Muse Sings:My rights are as Precious as Betsy Ross when she Quilted with Stripes and Stars, my Flag.

A golden harp when heated oils my Rhyme,
I am an instrument of Feminine
arms, Love of Struggle for our Human Rights
that seals my Letters one line at a Time
in Transcendent Spiritual Ascension,
a force that drives my Sustainable
....is it Divine if it Glows without Stop?
Is it a Treasure of Humanity?
Is this a Fine Art and Letter I Kiss
though I wear a Scarlet Letter of Shame?
For I can weave a Righteous Wrong in Songs
embroidered in Silk, Cotton, and Muslin.
My rights are as Precious as Betsy Ross
when she Quilted her Flag in Stripes and Stars.






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

A Sunday Hymn to God:I express my Free Will by a Golden Harp: All Humanity's People of one Heart

I know that my words carry New Meanings
everyday. I grow each turn of the Dial
of Time, the Earth when it Orbits and brings
a Division between Daytime and Night.

What are you, Lord Creator but my Source
of strength and dignity, body and soul,
combined in the Spirit of my Discourse.
I am Thine and You are Mine evermore.

To Infinite measures of Harmony,
bliss, serenity, good Conduct in Art.
I express my Free Will by a Golden Harp:
All Humanity's People of one Heart

Which is that of Edith, a sweet girl,
to Elders and Youth, Ill and Disabled.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Now?! Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!

What are the Demands we are asking For?
Why are all the Smart People getting Worried?
Is it the Revenge of the Nerds of all Time?
Here come the Women bearing Flowers, Xochipili is Here


Xochipili is Here

His sister is Love Goddess XOCHIQUETZAL .
He carries a pointy stick and pokes it
around. If the tip penetrates your heart
you'll fall in love. Tattoo on my Heart, Prince

Nezahuaycoyotl, a flower in Bloom
such as Yours is Pure Art and Aesthetics
A Philosophical quest, and the End
of the Line....Where? Where do we Turn It? Now?!
Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

C/S what can they Say? That I'm not Edithic? I'm not Alive, I'm not Human? Straight Up.Poetique Antiki --Una Sombrita de Copales--Lesbique

Out of the Classroom, Let's Walk Out. I Need
Accomodations. And I Know the Stuff You're
saying about Me, my Coutoure Lesbique
my Alrededor (Un Bosque Una Emboscada)
I Hold the Lantern of Youth in my Hands:
It Illuminates a Righteous Path. Doubt
You again about the Location, RHyme,
and the Demands we've Demanded Stick It
where the SUN Don't Shine or Metetelo Donde
no Hay Sol. (Y donde no habra Un
Hombre para taparle su crimen, Bro)
So this is It A Lesbian in Glow:
A Fully Formed Woman's Authority
C/S what can they Say? That I'm not Edithic?
I'm not Alive, I'm not Human? Straight Up.








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Trying to be Relevant to Lesbian Youths: Poetique Popular Birthright

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Despair, Terror, and Mental Violence. What you Inlaid in my Thoughts Back at You!

Manifiesto Anthropoliwogolo: What you Have Back at You! c/s

Good ol Reginald Horseman gave it Straight
Up: Eugenicists have always enjoyed Tenure
more than Many Poets, Natives, or Nerds,
Blacks, Single Moms, Autistic, or Impaired.

A Vain Oppressor , Academy Oh!
You have pushed one too Many Times Mobbers!
And made a Professor into a Mime
that Recovers and Reverses Each Word

of Hate for the Shame of your RedNecks So
Sublime is My inspiration. Let’s see
if you Have A Spine After all Woggy
Wog who Found it so Swell to Foment Inks

of Despair, Terror, and Mental Violence.
What you Inlaid in my Thoughts Back at You!



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

An Endangered Person Poetics: Ana Castillo, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Gloria AnzalduaChicana Poetry 011

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

AmericanSappho:How I Found the Dream Act Pentameter: Ten Year Rhythm Dou...

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Friday, February 25, 2011

ANthropollyWog Shit Veins

Anthropollywog Shit Veins go Side-
ways in the Imitation of Smiles.
They flap two Labial Adjusters. Thus
to Squelch the Ideas of Betterment
not principled on Webbed Diarrhea
Bloches of SoulCrap a la PollyWog,
Anthrovenereal Orange Warts, Cysts,
Pus and Infection of the Mind Sustained,
Bacterial Grabs Unwanted: Twitch Twitch,
Queen Anthropollywog has disappeared
to Study the Poop Piles it passes
Off as Truthful as Undisputable
Forced Fumes of Femicidal Arhythmias.
The Gore of his Gaze is Atrociousness.








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

It Pays Well When You Muffle the Victim: Workplace Mobbing c/s

It Pays well when you Muffle the Victim
a Sister. You ride High on the Palette
of Swallowing Marrow and Souring Souls,
Defeating Ideas two Seasons Per
Year until the Ripest are Ripened. Pure
Supremacy can Succeed! Yes, it Can!
It can Remain as Such into Eternity
as long as we Spread the Pesticide
of ANthropollywog Specialty: Dumb
Cunt Lies! She's a Whore! She Came Begging me
to apply a Special Procedure Fast
Strike her DOwn, Surround with Bros and Sisses,
Many so Strive while Others Indifferent
observe their Minds are Blinded by Ritual.






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Peace Fights just as Hard as Hate: Maximum Heat NT’s! Disabled? WTF!

EMPTY NT’s

I salute you. You are as Perfect as You
Can Be…Not like a Poem once Grown Up
That can never be Straightened, Editors
There’s no Correction to your Hate Rage

For the Pole of your Normalism seems
more a Pole for Extremism than Dance
And without that Glamour and Radiance
(anAtomically Speaking This is True)

I must Live and Living Endure NT's!
No Worse Distortion than your PreJudice
And Bias that you don't trouble to shade.
This is why my Blissful Freedom I Won

Blissful Freedom with no Sickos or Perves!
In my BaUhaus my Bohemia...Edie!
De todas Maneras Vino de Roja Tinta,
El Color de las COmunistas que se Yo!

No soy MarXista,,,hay OdioS que Ellos
Me Dejan Sufrir por ser su Iconografia.
Ya Estufas Liberales Falsos Machistas
y sin Suficiente para una Yegua Ya Basta!

Y por la ultima Vez, que se Callen
para Dormir bien un Futuro con
Conciencia Limpia. Porque yo Cobro!
Y en pagar esa Deuda, te Salvas.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Latina Poetry as Humanitarian Feminism: Women's Rights

REVERSE SUPPRESSION OF MY RIGHTS: Mother Father


Dejeenlo que se olvide de me querer para dejarme
Que me muera con mi pena y mi orgullo
Ser Mujer que escucha a Alicia, a Lila, a Lorna.
Latinas, what are we if not a Revolving Muse
who’ve inspired a War to Change the World
according to Humanitarian Feminism?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I’m Comfortable with my
Charms, my Intersectional Analysis, a Ring
or Not on my Finger, a passion for Books,
Books, Books….I love to Read and to Think
and to be Free. If I were Dulcinea to a Fool
like my Don Quixote I was too the Teller
of not One Thousand but Endless Infinitesimally
Intricate Verses….A Machine of Words? Small
Stature of Momentous Forces, a Filigree
as of Lace, built in Black Oil forged and with
Feathers…A Changling am I that Observes
My Mistaken Birth, Dr. Asperger, you Know
My Name: I’m Autism Unveiled. Rhythms
of Life are set to my Specifications: Flower
Powder I inhaled, a GoldenSeal Tea, Sí Mami
me lo tome como Usted me Dijo que lo hiciera.
Ahora espero con Ansias que regresaramos
A Platicar de tu Vida, Mamá y de Mis ancestros.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

RATED W: A WOMANIFESTO against FEMICIDE

Tell me Catarina yo Se si lo Jode
con no Inscribirme en Tu Curso, Maestra
Sabiduria de Lorca y de su Tribu, Eres
de Las Rucas mas Sorprendientes en Oro
del Color de tu Rubio Angelesque Flaneuse
J'taime J'taime porque Fuistes tu Por
casualidad que Fuistes de las De Aquellas
las Welshesquezas de La Laguna es Nuestra
WiriWiriHarmonia. Soy Profeta hecho Basura.
Fijate que no lo Merezco Igual que mi Hija
la que Matan en la Frontera. Por eso Me
Hize de Los Safos APaches Chicanos Ya
Estufen con su Pessimo Mal ORden Machista
de qualquier Genero deber tener Eticas
de Conducto. Catarinnha no les Doy mi
Higado que me Comieron el Corazon.
Asi la Llorona no Fue Nadie en Comparacion
que me COnozco mi Urdu Pachuca Nortena
si yo Fui La Madre COnciencia de Amazon,
Calafia, La Lorna Dee and La Ana, llenisimas
mis Hadas mis Femeninas Llamas. Mi Padre
Fue Tolteco Mi Padre fue Apache Mi Padre
fue Villista...Yo que sufro de la Fiebre
de Febrero, Santa de Amor, Auguero de la
Mas Poderosa FUerza PRimavera Sera SEra C/s


REVERSE SUPPRESSION OF MY RIGHTS: Mother Father


Dejeenlo que se olvide de me querer para dejarme
Que me muera con mi pena y mi orgullo
Ser Mujer que escucha a Alicia, a Lila, a Lorna.
Latinas, what are we if not a Revolving Muse
who’ve inspired a War to Change the World
according to Humanitarian Feminism?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I’m Comfortable with my
Charms, my Intersectional Analysis, a Ring
or Not on my Finger, a passion for Books,
Books, Books….I love to Read and to Think
and to be Free. If I were Dulcinea to a Fool
like my Don Quixote I was too the Teller
of not One Thousand but Endless Infinitesimally
Intricate Verses….A Machine of Words? Small
Stature of Momentous Forces, a Filigree
as of Lace, built in Black Oil forged and with
Feathers…A Changling am I that Observes
My Mistaken Birth, Dr. Asperger, you Know
My Name: I’m Autism Unveiled. Rhythms
of Life are set to my Specifications: Flower
Powder I inhaled, a GoldenSeal Tea, Sí Mami
me lo tome como Usted me Dijo que lo hiciera.
Ahora espero con Ansias que regresaramos
A Platicar de Su Vida, Mamá y de Mis ancestros.
Por favor que se Callen los Silencios de Siempre.



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Love of Males of Love

CLICK TITLE FOR BOOK 50 Verses and Sonnets for Male Love and Samaritans


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Doctoring Chaos as Poets You and I: Sonnets as of Sappho they were Born

Beauty is the Defiance of Authority
wrote the Poet, Sir Williams of Jersey,
AnthroPaterson, Doctor Humankind.

What do these long lines do for you Girl?
What is there there there ehhhh Purpose?


"To Be a Machine of Words? I implore say More.
To be (a large or small) Machine of Words.
Bill who doesn't Bill his Patients the Poor,
the Immigrant, the Whore..."

I-I-I-am the Whore of Poetry, not You,

Edith Morris Vasquez, why you--you--you are NOT
what they Claim. No You are what they AVER:
Death Death is the Cure they Seek
to the Townsfolk, to the Mench, to the Vato


"Then I will defy you and Write Sonnets as of Sappho."







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Money Money is just a metaphor that doesn't need hatred to spur growth. In fact hate costs us and will lead to depression more rapidly.

Governments make mistakes they Do
and the Hits to the Confidence Hurt
and would Hurt anyone. A person's name
is worth more than any other thing.
You should consider whether it wasn't
for your name you endured growing up
with children and grandchildren. The
troubles of being young seem so minor
to us now.

When the kids without rights can move forward, the upper class can also move back up. Just lift up the civil rights and prosperity will be born again. That's just natural to expect. Give Human Rights and be Rewarded in many ways but mostly with an enlarged heart, a greater love and even more money.Money is just a metaphor that doesn't need hatred to spur growth. In fact hate costs us and will lead to depression more rapidly.





This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

A Womanifesto Archival Recover of Freedom Para la Gente c/s: An AudioScript

Thus are the Hesitant steps of Inspiration,
The Brown and Green flower of a Verse
Libre Chicana, WTF? That’s my Real Voice.
Can’t you see that I write without Stopping
And of the same topics of discussion. An
Incompetent? Truly? Is that Statistically
Proven? Vous n'y êtes pas du tout. Vous sont
Mal Mal Gente que me Violan a La Voz
C'est la Voz Frontera desde lo que Uds le
Llaman Tuya por Manifiesto Destino.
Ya Estufas! Haterage Priests move Aside
As we await SpringTime Revolutions
Of Poesy, of Paz, Social Harmonia,
La Libertad de Expresion. A ver Quitenmela!


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

AmericanSappho: Nina Simone "I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel to be Free"

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

AmericanSappho:Sylvio Rodriguez Unicornio Azul : Freedom is a Human Right

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Teachers Teachers Everywhere watching Out for all the Children, Teens, and Young Adults...

Teachers Teachers Everywhere watching Out
for all the Children, Teens, and Young Adults...
Counselors too and Teacher's Aides. I reCall
my Own Teachers wearing their Buttons Every
day to Stop this Proposition 13--
which was the Work of Reagan and Partner
Jarvis....When the Law passed, our Teachers
just took their Buttons off. I don't Think
they wanted to Tell us. But I asked. I asked.
I said, "what happened with the law for schools?"
--"It passed. There will be no more Theater,
Summer School, Arts. It's very Sad." Today,
we are still in the Same Race: the Battles
of Politics that are Aimed at our Eyes
looking us down in the Face and Saying,
"We are out of Money. There will be None."
So, yes, the result has been Deadly to Learning.
And in a time that the Future is in Transition.
We must fund education through initiatives
paid for by the people. In this exchange
of power, there should be a means to shore
up the voices of social justice to shape
solutions that come of civil resource.








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Friday, February 18, 2011

HUMAN RIGHTS FOR THE TURTLE

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

IDEAS Ring Students:CLAMOR A LA CONCIENCIA DE LOS VIOLADOS DERECHOS

The race doesn’t end until the Turtle
Wins. Joven que Amo con todo el Ser
De una Violada de Derechos Humanos
Censurada y Discriminada de Manera
Que ya siendo Una Martir me hize otra
Cosa…Rueda de Harmonia Hadense,
Un Poetica Madre Hijos Alumnos y
Ninos todavia Espiritu. Estare contigo
En tus suspiros y tu Mal Humor con todos
Que si te dicen algo sabes que te encojes..
Sin que me pidan les Ofrezco el Pie
De Edith, una Poca mas Lenta que Sigue
El Camino del Sueno Muy Atrasado
Desde el Padre Doctor Martin, Rey
Del Humano como lo dice Nina Simone.
Por que lo mataron? Como que si?
The race doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.

The race doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.
Abondonada por su Pueblo, sus Mas
Queridas Mascaras se caen para abajo
Sin Levantar y en Sufrido tan Alegre
Es el Saber que hay Jovenes que Pueden
Mejorar este Mundo el que Tiene que Ser
Suficiente y Mas Mas que Eso un Vehiculo
De Curar la Tristeza de una Lira que Fue
Quemads con su Misma Llama, Bohemia
De Doctora hecha Esclava Sexual de Idea:
De Idea que es Bastante Pensar possible.
Siga Caminante declamo N.Guillen. Siga
Camina y no te Pare Sigue. Camina y no Te
Pare SIgue. Camina y no Te Pare SIgue
Una que se ha HEcho Vieja te Pide.The race
doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.The race doesn’t end until the Turtle
Wins.

Hands of America Dream DREAM THAT REMAINS A DREAM to ALMA Book 2

DREAM ACT PENTAMETER QUILTED ONTO SCRIBD

FREE SOCIAL NETWORK PUBLISHING c/s

If February's Love Brings March's Rallies then what do Rallies Bring? Funds for Education

If February's Love
Brings March's Rally's
then what do Marches Bring?
Funding for EDUCATION!! YAY!!

MARCH 2 DOWNTOWN RIVERSIDE TO DEMAND FUNDING FOR EDUCATION!



This Bonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Twinkle twinkle little dust. Peek a Boo nursery Rhyme for the Babies

I don't know what they are.
I'm without words,
and still a small tot.

They are small sparkling dots,
flecks of starlight
power. Light petals

on invisible stems
Peek-a-boo spark!
Twinkle Twinkle Little Dust!






This verse is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

ay the Humanities are not Evidence: cancel the Humanities said the Anthropollywog

Much Doo-Doo by Anthropollywogs Fills
the Waters of the Conscience
with a Slime of Tell-tale Aroma
the spermicide donor of Ideas,
Verse Libre, and Woman's Woes,
(feminist haha they just can't get me on)

The Anthropollywog thus is bobbing around
in the tank and has an automatic Sense
detector which signals a Brown
and when the Tank turns a bit Browner,
the High Alarm is called: cancel
the Humanities we offer a fine Shit
Lace that drips from our Bowels.

Say the Humanities are not Evidence.





This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Just fund Education and We'll Move Right Along to anotha and anotha and anotha

Here you are
once again no surprise and yet
i've forgotten again i've forgotten again
i can come back through rhyme you know
but only this one Reset
is Permitted and I ACCEPT Je T'aime
Este Verso

Contra un Titeretero
El a C A metodo, algun Senador Antropolowogololon


Ya Estufas Fregadao
Has cantado tu RIma
sin que te PIden Otra
Chingate a ti Mismo, Jodon sin Sentido


Just fund Education and We'll Move Right Along to anotha and anotha and anotha




This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

My AB540 and I : Oh man tadala tadala ta ta See why Poets must Cry?

My AB540 and I
got along really Well
because we were both in Secret
Undocumented first
you by your Birthplace
and me my Mistaken Birth,
Changeling Autistic.

Now there's no confusion: I dream or I die
before I Submit to the Authority
that I am not Human and You, Youth,
are not Qualified for Freedom.

Oh man tadala tadala ta ta
See why Poets must Cry?




This Measure is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

How I Found the Dream Act Pentameter The Sonnet of 10 at Double Standard Time

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

It’s a Large drum that Sappho Beats!:its the Hour of the Youth who breathed air from her Sonnets.

It’s a Large drum that Sappho Beats! Every
Millennium requires One, to Thrash
the Kernel from the Plastic Wrap Ideas
that are Zipped from here to There

by a Mental Pollywog who doesn’t Shit
in proper receptacles and poisons Flowers
of the Imagination.~~Wasn’t he
the Man who oversaw Cuahetemoc’s

burning Petals? His answer to his Birth
his Lineage his Sacred Flower, Sacred
as Edith’s. Even when she’s in Trouble
and many have taken Jealous Vengeance

on hers simply because it's the Hour
of the Youth who breathed air from her Sonnets.



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Socialized Medicine in La Havana and Sydney when I was on the Road as a Musician's Wife

Musicians who don't usually get Any
insurance have wives and two children
two sweet little boys now very grown up
my older and my younger they speed and
they slow down, they Like the Curves
but Prefer some stability. So there we
were in Sydney Australia and my Niko
got sick sick sick with Asthma so went
to the Hospital at Last in the midnight.
The nebulizer's here, let's come on and
connect it. A transexual nurse who gave
him a treatment. Then when I got to Pay
Up, they charge me twenty dollars. What
is this, only twenty dollars to save my
son's life? Am I not a good mother?
In Cuba a doctor took an American with
asthma and cured her against "the law."








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

The many Ways to Beat a Drum instead of Beating Verses:They're Scribes who Intervene Digitally to Paint the Blue Dot Francisco invoked.

The many ways to beat a drum instead of beating verses--
the beat gets going and then it won't stop.
Beat me Beat me I'm a Drum of Sound dnouS
(hello olleh) Imagination? Hey
You? Is that you Speaking? TruDat my Sis
Sappho y que Tigueres los Hombres
Latinos que no Ayudan uno a Uno!
Ay Tristeza tienes que Empezar
tan Temprano? I'm here to Speak y Que?
Yo soy la Conciencia Gemela de Fe
For the Future we Build Today-Highways
of Verse. It is the highest road there is:

For Scribes who Intervene Digitally
to Paint the Blues of our Liberation.












This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Freedom is a Human Right

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

In Broad Strokes Edith: The Victim to the Bully:Pandora in reverse of Grief,they Clatter and Clatter, Hour by Hour. Turning the Strings of a Poem

In Broad Strokes, Edith. Victim to Bully.
I got my Taste of your Curries and Clubs,
the Spectacle of Vanity is Strange.
In its Speculum it Manufactures
its Torture Chambers. I sense the Curse flew
to me for the General Apparatus
lacked Worth. Had there been a Value in Rights
it would never have happened. This Saphho
of Dull and Sharp carbon, Digital Blues,
would not have awakened. Take these Words
and these Breaths for they are Writ in the cursed
disaster of Pandora in reverse
of Grief,they Clatter and Clatter, Hour
by Hour weaving the rhymes of a Sonnet.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

NO YOU WILL NOT BATTER Verse.

Like a good Mother does, my mother gave
me Plentiful Carbohydrates because
she Loved me in ways that Words came to shame
in Comparison. I am the Dream that was Hers
before it was Taken away by THAT
BORDER that Infernal Barrier to
Reason,Sense, Peace, Humanity, this Verse.
Take this Verse and these Sacraments of Peace.
Yes, they are Just Words entombed in Liberal
Decadence. You wish to Represent yourSelves
as Human, Illegals? Chicanos are Crude.
They are less Civilized and Passionate
(whore whore whore whore) NO YOU WILL NOT BATTER
Verse. It will remain in the Iams of TIme.






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Eggcentric Senators without a Cent you'd turn to Manure

Eggcentric Senators without a Cent you'd turn to Manure







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

See why it's not good to make Scape Goats of Gentes?

See why it's not good to make Scape Goats of Poets?
Now look what you've done and just to cut through
the kitchens and grab some potato fries and the Cook!
She wouldn't dare say anything since she's Duhhh
an illegal? Then Meg told me you never knew me
and I I I never knew You! Nicky la Musa esta muy
Impresionada con su Ingles y sus Lindos Ojos
de Indignidad y Tristeza, ay ay Hasta donde Llegara
esa Plaga de Pobreza? Ya Estufas! says Maesta
Vasquez, heredera de Oro Palabra Pintar Amarillas
las Flores de Nezahualcoyotl en Exiliio.
Hasta donde nos Traearan su Olor ah eh ah eh

Soneto, te dejo cinco minutos y Andas con La
Llama Shakespeareana que todo Duplica. Mimita Mimita Mitoterita








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Blues of a Blue Unicorn

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

You tube Code HTML CODE CRYING Tears of TEACHERS

<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xr43qOoTugw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>









This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

DEMAND FUNDING FOR EDUCATION : FUND EDUCATION DUM FFFUUUH

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

My Feather Duster of Faux Feathers is my Best Amiguita

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

ANTHROPOLLYPUPPETSHOW Show de Titeres La Naturaleza y el Antropolomonstruo

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

When Anthropollywogs Unite Great Poop accumulates in the Orifices : Poop Blobs Get Yourselves a Diarrhetic

When Anthropollywogs Unite Great Poop
accumulates in the Orifices
they use for their Self-Nutritional Scoops,
each Carries its Own Digestive Enzymes.
However, Shortages have been Noted
in the Literature. Voila! Amazing
Evolutionary Skills that makes the Anus
serve also as a Hippocampus! Such
are the Features of the ProtoAmphibial
Genus knocked from the Branches of Homo
Sapiens by a God who Detested
Wog Off-Fumes and Perpetual Waste Cans
that filled up the Alleys of Heaven. Not
even a King Frog can love such Odor!






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Diarrhea has Petrified Wood Would they could get their Erections once Wiped Dry!

The Wollywogs Multiply through their Annums
Malaria of the Imagination 
Take a Pit-Stop Brother before you Get
here....Oh these Carpet Stains will Never Wash
Clean,  "ça pue!"  La Pobre de mi Poeta woah woah


Institution Oppressor of the Mentally Ill!
You Wollywog has quite a Bad Temper, 
Ravenous! Culture Vulture Busy Burning
the Songlets of Verse I dedicate to You


Ops that solid one---I need a Bulldozer!
The customary Diarrhea has Petrified
Wood Would they could get their Erections once Wiped
Dry!  Back Yackety Yack, je n'e regrette Rien
Yet, I was Femicidically Treated








This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

I Don't Get it! Hows Jews can hate Indians like us (the Unreal Real Ones, Ind'ns)?

I Don't Get it!  Hows Jews can hate Indians
like us (the Unreal Real Ones,  Ind'ns)?
Because I know I'm Idealistic
and in that way a Most flawed simpleton
of Mystic Humanism, a love of Anne Frank.
So I say to Myself I who am not Jewish
but part white and which white did Produce
How does a Jew become Indifferent?
Quakers like Us from Ohio...Hello!
I know my Grandfather was AntiSemitic
and yet People he Loved to the Full
Limit. It was Hushed About Then
that Jews only cared for Money
as it is Hushed that Indians Aren't
Human. And so, Cockroaches what are we
Doing? Being Mistaken as Vanished.






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Anthrowollowogyy Diarrhea Infects us All: Continuous E=Book's are Tempting Comics

Anthrowollowogyy Diarrhea
Infects us All: Continuous E=Book's

serve very Popular Styles Franklin
when you and I were Censored

I've got Many Tempting Comics
to Scribe and Youtubalize Teach

the Youth that Media is Worth
your Time means its Leaks

have no Satiation. My My What Wogs
are as Precious as You (at a safe Distance)

Of Course but of Course we are Course
of Course we Cruise right Past the E

in Coeur and OTW lost our Own
Gapes in Holes (nah! not a Jew!)

Further. Ya Estufas Wolillos.
Bolillos con Pan!  C/S











This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

To a Swan Leda in the Antropollylab: Ay Leda with that Name in that Labrynth. Let Not Zeus betray and if So, Cere Sera

Though Sappho is, Edith's not Selfish,
and I'm worried about someone I've known
because I know the Ways of the Walls Well-
built by (well, don't get me Started) Block
Out! Oppressors, Liberal Elitists, You
know who you Are and you Know There's
sOmeThInG that Owns you, Blood and Soul.

AYYY Get me Out of Here and then you Follow
me Monitor Defame Terrorize Fuck
Over thoroughly. Every Feature
of mine put yours to the Test of Narcissus.

Guess What? You Failed as you Wanted
my Students to do and  you even Insulted
them for being my Mentees....Leda

Ay Leda with that Name in that Labrynth.
Let Not Zeus find U and if So, Cere Sera c/s




This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

The Situation gets Rather Sticky when the Wollwog is beset with Huge Hemorrhoids gnashing its Carnivorous Anal Holes!

 There it slivers, the Anthropollywog
lacks a Potty Pot! It can't Keep its Bowels
from Exploding with Evidentiary
Diarrhea Spills which Prove most of All
its Incontinence--Putrid and Toxic--
causes Natural Disasters for Poets!

Oh Anthropollywod had you Evolved
and not been Deprived of Thinking Legs!

The Situation gets Rather Sticky
when the Wollwog is beset with Huge
Hemorrhoids gnashing its Carnivorous
Anal Holes!  In the Scenario, Wogs
either become Predators or Masochists.

Woe to the Humanists loves Clean Air!

Monday, February 14, 2011

When Mama Curandera Prescribed Dr. Martin

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Vaginal Collateral c/s

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

I Rise to their Cries with my Message. C/SIntersectional Racial and Sexual Violence won't stop you Sappho?

Intersectional Racial and Sexual 
Violence won't stop you Sappho? Pah! Rump! True
Dat! A Sonnet has Many Uses, Hats,
Devices. Indeed, though I prefer my
namesake Sapphic Line, I'm up for Changed Meters.


It just so Happens I cross-over Well
for every Age. None other than Victims
of Greed, Lust, Avarice, and Jealousy
can Claim my Resemblance. Since the Vain
are quite Useful for Calling up Muses


that Rescue the Minds of Battered Victims.
Their Traumatic Memory, Anxiety,
and Woes Signal through History. I Rise
to their Cries with my Message. C/S







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

The Tour Guide for Youtube Takes Over Class(hee hee I'm a Doctor)

The Tour Guide for Youtube Takes Over Class
Succumbed to Clicking Heels, Bells
Attached and yet No Lookers. Boo Hoo.
She's a Feminist so she CAN'T get That
Boob Job. Even Threadbare and Mismatched Rags
worn to Impress the Boys Club can't Erect
the Nerve-Endings of any CoWorker. Damn!
I wore all the Rights Coleurs and Bound Fast
my Competitors. And, yet, No Look Back
not even by the Janitors? The Low
ones who Need my Influence? Not one Taker
for my Sleek Legs and WiseCracks. My This/That
and the Other. "Is it Good? Is it Bad? 
Voila it is Both!" (hee hee I'm a Doctor)







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Contrary and by Contrary Methods, James Joyce and Samuel Clemens sit at Rough Rest when the Laurels of Wackos Fructify

Contrary and by Contrary Methods,
James Joyce and Samuel Clemens sit at Rough
Rest while the Laurels of Wackos Fructify
themselves on Fat Pay Checks and Unusually
Irrelevant Emphases on Matters of Fact.

While all Good Joyce Scholars are Denied Access
to his Papers. His none too Smart Grandson
gives Access to Tickety-Tack Hacksters
Oh! That he could Rest Comfortably
knowing he Lost his Eyesight and Daughter
to Lunacy...Nah!  Moderns Luv Toilets!

Wry Clemens too dedicated his Soul
that we would look back and...Ah ah Poor Boys!
With Scholars like this fondling their Nutsacks!






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

las Mismas Ventajas que Sus Feos, las Feas aun Acosen.

Entre Feos corren Feas, esas Damas
y Celosas que entre ellas forman Clica
que Respiran al pobre aire el malaliento
que repiten entre ellas las Chismas
de pura Mentira que la Abusada
busca que la Abusen. "Ay que Mal
agradecida. Cuando a ella Los Feos
la perseguien.  Y a mi Quien?" Bleh Bleh Bleh.
Por eso es cuando la Abusada Busca
la Ayuda de otras Hembras y Lesbianas
en vez de Asistirle hacen su Bola
Enemigas con la Triste. Joden
por Tener las Mismas Ventajas
que Sus Feos, las Feas aun Acosen!






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Fresh Hot Latina Love: Puss is In Chains and Can't say No

The Voices of Haterage Order : GET DOWN!
Follow Proper Procedure that Pertains
to you.Your Job is to Service a Crew
of Dudes whose Wives give them Nothing to Grow
an Erection.  Which Erection is Half
Strength unless the Puss is In Chains and Can't
say No without Risking her Position.
Then my Thang grows Hard and Tall. Imagine,
her Job is her Bondage, See her Writhing
with PTSD, her Tongue only has One
Good Use. Besides my Wife is a Cold Cold
Woman. But she'll back me Up. Oh She Will
She is the one who arranges my Luck
with Fresh Hot Latina Love.  I'll take That!







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Human First Foremost y Que! Ya Estufas.Rights of Freedom and NonDiscrimination.

The Key is to Keep your ID Private
to some Extent, Cultivate the Garden
of Rough Cut Possibility Being
Human First Foremost y Que! Ya Estufas.
I Speaka Pachuca in my Poemas
Shooting with 14 Caliber Bolas
Catorcento Soneto de Feos
Dominadores de la Miseria
Tristeza de no Poder Levantar
a su Cosa a las Buenas parce
que Buscan Violar a Latinas
con Asustarles de no Tener Chamba
and Other Counter Incentives to Rights
of Freedom and NonDiscrimination.









This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Hey Little Mama working hard in Grad School All for Naught when you're a Second Class Femme.

Hey Little Mama working hard in Grad
School cuz you never Know if a Marriage
will Work out in the Long Run. Be Prepared
to Seek a Living for you, your Children,
and Remember that a Woman never
should Depend on a Man to Support Her.
Stayin up Nights, managing Depression,
Racism, Come-Ons in Dank Offices,
Rebukes, retaliatory Marks exchanged
for your Refusals. Yet, there you are! Walls
and Walls of Book Friends! Poets, Fine Stock
Paper, Watermarks for Two Theses.
Poetry En Xochitl and Cuicatl.
All for Naught when you're a Second Class Femme.






This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Simone I'm a Gangsta Verse Muse Living with Dignity Aka que Pedos Bully Institut tut

Con Safos

Protecting Mes Femmes: La Familia Whistle Blaaaaaaauuuu Insigniad C/S La Dadora de Dignidad Didi

Isn't she Lovely and Wonderful?
the Bride who was won through Consensual
relations? Who delayed her Assent. Shhh
Listen, she's not Interested. Go oG

re, Rapist on Leave, Sabbatical
Slave master seeking a Tourist
Locale for a Pee Spot, or how Bout
guys, the National Conference, MLA

WTF? There are Procedures Inhibiting
this besides I'm not a Sicko Pig Liberal.
I'm Edith.  No, I will not Attend Though
it Harms me, My Reputation, my Future

My Laurels Spilt BledOut Reversed
Insigniad  C/S Didi y Que! de Aquellas!

Vaginal Collateral gets no Due Process.Cock a Demic Freedom to Extract "Yes"

Cock-a-Demic Freedom to Expect Sex!
Get Down Brown Woman don't Weep for your Rights
or he'll greet you at your Window (Peeping
NTong). A Stalker you'll find in every Stair
case. And, none would Dare come to your Aid.
Their Mortgage Depends on It. In those High
hills are Nice Mansions at Cut-Rate. Go, Lay
your Troubles to Rest before you Retire.
The Suppression takes Place by the Hour.
Trust me, none will be Smarter for Kitty.
Civil Rights? That's for Humans! Vaginal
Collateral gets no Due Process.
She made her Choices. She asked for It. Get
this: the Cunt actually thinks she's Human.c/s

I wonder when I hear Freedom's Verses, to what do Oppressors Listen?

I wonder when I hear Freedom's Verses,
to what do Oppressors Listen? My songs
will be Continuous for the Poems I birth
are Inherited from Kind Hearts with Soft
spots for Freedom.  I know its Odd Signal
came through Me from the Past pues desde los
ancestros? It is in the Vasquez Blood.
Oh really? And Mr. Morris's Eyes
soft brown delicate Angel Faced visage
Oh Evon is such a Dreamer and was Fauned
Upon by Our Mother who was Never
Heard to Utter even One Unkind Word.
Goddfrey took me aside and Said, "Edith,
You must always be Courteous." c/s

Exhibit L: Ode to the L in MILF Jonathan Culler

Exhibit L: Ode to the L in MILF.
Doc Jonathan Culler what might that Mean?
You who have written so Many Worthwhile
tomes and is a Distinguished Professor.
Do you venture Baudelaire hated Women?
Does it concern you to solve that Riddle?
That strikes me as a Form of Respect worth
Humanists. Belief in la Igualdad
to be Examined in Studies of Verse.
Your Charms contend with Misogyny. Care
you do to Temper Passions, and you don't
grope les Femme. You are a Gentleman who Listens:
I have to agree. J'accorde. The Letter
L in MILF signifies Love Consensual.

Listen Youths : I Throw my PhD in the Ocean before I live with this Oppression

I Throw my PhD in the Ocean
before I live with this Oppression
None of my Students will Know why I Grin
a Broken Smile each time I say I'm Proud
that you are Writing--your own Road to Form--
a Biography in the Making,
you are Youths,  Listen. I have been Defamed,
Abused, Pursued down the Streets by the Jerks
who Told me, "don't Stay late to Help them. Don't
help them so Much. You need to Help Yourself
with A FUCK! You owe me. Take Position
It's Due!"...gone to my Indigenous Sea,
to Paula mi Abuela que me Sopla mis Versos.
La prOxima vez tienes que avisar. c/s

When Mama Curandera Prescribed me Doctor Martin

Que Barbaridad  (y con Estudio?)
(I've never heard of Professors doing
that. Can you Imagine?) I'm a Witness.
You see they took me as just a Nigger
Lover, and we know how they Feel About
Blacks! One day at a Meeting, a Trustee
had to Shout to be Recognized, African
American for sure a Hot Shot. Ug!
I can't believe he'd Complain of Being
Invisible! pshaw!  Excusemoi Boss
Lady, White and Course, siting only Among
High Class Liberals. None of those Brown oneS. GrrrrOSs!
M'ija, a tree Grown Crooked can Never
Straighten. That's its Fate. There's no Correction.
"You will have to go the way Martin did
en Xochitl en Cuicatl como Martin" c/s

Hatrage:that reaches to the Future through Children unBorn cuz its 21st Century Supreme.

Black Ball Black Ball come get me, Ole
I'm a BullShit Fighter Con Safos y Que!
I've invented a Word for You: Compound
that brings your Salient Points to the Foreground

to form a Dipthong of your Oppressor
Features: Hate and Rage in one Noun: Hatrage.
Hate to the Wattage that resets Semantics.
Rage Rage to the Death of your Culture.

Who says that a Mixed Blood is a Human?
"What makes her take the less Civilized Race
as her Prizest?" Mexican, such a Name
is a Curse in Itself, an Epithet

that reaches to the Future through Children unBorn.
Cuz, it's 21st Century Supreme.

Odd how your Mother was a Professor and you Preferred Nurturance from Youtube.

Boob Toob Contestor (who has None) Poor Chick
it must've been a Punishment to stand
Next to these Words. Sylvia Plath Moment:
When they Cut her Finger, you Held her Down

Oh your Mother is an Emily
Dickinson Scholar? What Kind I wonder?
Good Thing my Father is a dramatist
who tutored me on Solzenitsyn. He

cast me as a Dickinson in his play,
and I became a Woman of Color.
MexiamBic Feet in 3/4 Waltz...
It's My Native Muse to a Jewish Tune....

Odd how your Mother was a Professor
and you preferred Nurturance from Youtube.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Wind up Animus through Polyweeweecidure.

Of Unconsensual FLowers I sing Madre Ser
y Peor el Idea que entretuvieron
cuando a Usted la Mayor la malcalcularon
Mi Idioma es mi Propio Poema no CansarE
de hablar el WiriWiri en Xochitil en Cuicatl
Didiestra Derecho Ke yo Domino
el Reverser el Reverser de HarmonIa Odienme
por Algo que les Hize Nada a este Punto que No
fue para enSallarles....Come on Derridas hands me
a Note, tu est La Femme de conscienzatao, No NO
that was Freire...I don't speak French among
Frenchless Poliwoligolo 2+2 5 Times 14 Get It
Yet? Meter is mathematically Numerate. Raising
the Silver Eyebrows, of a Supervisor without Scruples
and yet Plenty of Privilege--She Shudders at my Sight.
Another Gonzalez? Let's Match em Up
and Blindfold Surround and Wind up Animus
with the Proper Proweeweecidures.

Stress? Is that all you Sing to your People? No, I can also Play Tunes on My Whistle.

I'm making Mint Verses for my Plebe
they taste like the Tinge of Chapulines
glistening in the Morning Dew then Gathered
for the Harvest. Adesalambrar La La.

I find them In my Palabras, that Shoot
from the Tips of my Keyboard fastened
to another set of Archas. Believe
me, there's Nothing I can do to Stop them.

They pursue me with Kindness and they Ask
for forgiveness.  Take these Words and these Breaths
in the Place of an Apology. Cease
Edith what are you doing with so Much

Stress? Is that all you Sing to your People?
I can also Play Tunes on My Whistle.

Dear Saturday of Forbidden Lusts:Why Couldn't my Harasser be Julian? Yes, Yes I CAN.

Why Couldn't my Harasser be Julian?
Why Can't I be married to Naui? What
lack did Acosta claim of me? Williams--
though dead gave me my First born and then wrote
about me:  I'm Elsie, broken brained Girl.
She is me to me. Muse of the Mind's Poise
still the Water of Isolate Lake and Flecks.

    A Cubist Tourist in Poetic Times

Ah Fine Moments at the Paterson Falls
Handsome Ian and Proper Emily
Fun Teddy Graham, like a Chocolate covered
Cookie I am.  Take these words and these Breaths,
but let me Have my Say As would Williams
for "I am concerned"... your Humanity.
knows not its Reflection.  A M I M E D I T

Edith Piaf, Wharton, Head, and Morris
Wilson and Comstock and VAsquez we have
Multiplied to form a Society

               for Verse as "To Elsie."

In pragmatic

Terms, through a PhD,  Yellow Tassel
Flowers  a Woven Thread of Poesy
crossed to Calife where LDC grew Emplumadas
 A Sketch oby my octogenarian
      father who draws a "perfect Yellow Fleur"
                made "for Eyes to See"

Why Couldn't my Harasser be Julian,
           Julio Cortazar, Julia de Burgos....

      Yes, Yes I CAN found a School for Poets.

Camouflaging as the Historical Record again are You, Mr. Segallywog? Since this is my Territory I Deport You!

EveryWriter has a Territory.
Alurista has Aztlan. Lorna De
California. Tolkien Middle Earth.
Shakespeare the Caribbean.
(Down Anthropolwoggian, get Down!
You don't carry the License to Travel
in Humanities.  HAHA  Some Nice Deal
to Claim unconsensual Laurels--oh that's
not a Contradiction in Woggyworld?
That's Right:  You must be Accommodated
for your yet Developing MemberHead.
Camouflaging as the Historical Record
again are You, Mr. Segallywog?
As this is my Territory I Deport You!

Let AmericaBe America: Bilingualidad BiLLama Biengendrido Ya Estufas

Langston es Mi Santo. Naci el primer dia de la Fiebre.
February Fever that Increases in Me, Langston,
my Saint I'd like to say those words that Nina Say
about you, I Stold e'm from You (Here's my Patronage)
I owe it to You to You to You     in a Note by Nina
(Forego Footnote Rule:!)

"Before he Died Langston told Me he told Me,
"Nina when you Get inside that Door, you tell them Exactly Where it's At
so they Have no Place to Hide"

(I raise my hand me too me too!)

                             Let AmericaBe America

     Your Self why not Try? WTF
do a Poet know?  Her the Demented Incompetent
de mi Fiera monstruo Corrupcion y Abuso! Ya Estufas!
Sin merecer su Poder  se lo Joden!  Aquî en el Territorio
del Abuso Sexual, me encuentro con muchos de tu Clica!
Hoyes porqué no le des Chichi a tu Esposo si quiéres
que las demas le De, malvado sucio sin Alma prostituto!
a la Pene del Penny Feo Feo Sin Sabîduria
(y con Licencia!
y con Escuela! y con Colegio!  y con Estudio...) son
Inalfabetos! Que es Esto?  Ya ESTUFAS

La Frontera ya La
Libren y a los Derechos que Niega el Tratado.

e Advierto que La Virgen me Cumplio un Milagro.

Creativity a Curse or Disease
DSM you're EZ to Position in Poesy
cuz of dem Cuzzes of Yours, the Våsquez
las de aqUellas. No es mi Orgullo La Mera
Verdad. Somos de falsas Vanidades
con Safos que se yo y Que.  Mis hijas bonitas
y ni parecen mexicanas. She tells me i AM
none other than a Guera Guerrera. Ya Estufas
Incate... Tonantzin no Fuistes mi Virgen
y de todos modos me Cuidas?  Sî Sî la Mås
Anchas de Todas, Juquila en Vestido Azul,
Mi Juquila que escuche mi Canto Manera humana
se que no es la Propia ni la Mås merecida,
le Advierto que Madre Divina me Dedicø un Milagro.
Rezo los Cuarenta Dîas y el Doce en Cuåndo
me Violaron. Mi Guardadora son Sus Flores
que le Traigo que me Bendiga que son Hechas
de Mala Memoria.  Si me Presta Manera
de Aceptar a Su Milagro y no seguir InCreida.

Backlash, I'm gonna Give you the Backlash Blues, Ya Estufas.

Anthropollywods surround me, Nina, sing to Me.
There's an awful nice Canadian who is an Exception, Muse,
the Others can't Nip their Irrections at Work. And the Woman
cover it Up with their Aspirant Asses.  L'Etranger  Didi you Can Do it
and all of Jose Marti we will Translate.

Tengo dos Paises,  La Mente y La Meme Morris
qu il a le mem nom que moi, the Matriarch in Hell
has the Same name as Me... Je ne regrette Rien

Edith Keep Your Chin Up Don't let them see U Bleeding,
they cannot take your Spirit--it Grows Stronger--Hold me La Foule,
todo mi Pueblo yo en tî me Ixilio.

I'd know how it Feels to be Free   Yeah Yeah I'd knwo how it Feels
Yes, I'd Know I'd Know how it Feels how it Feels to be Free

Backlash, I'm gonna Give you the Backlash Blues, Ya Estufas.

First it's Just a Flicker: First Lines of a Poem from 7th Grade Seem Formally Prophetic

first it's just             (3)
a flicker                  (3)
from a careless       (4)
camper's match      (3)

soon growing        (3)
to a burning flame (4)
too massive           (3)
to contain             (3)


Here, I am imitating my Father without realizing it
in a combined attempt to write a Native song about
the way the Deer got its horns (by running from
a forest fire). When the sap falls on its head,
and a broken branch becomes attached.

Another influence was Smokey Bear informercial.

Written for Mrs. Wood

Formally speaking, it observes rules for lyrics
which my dad taught me.  Like his poem
"For Words Unkindly Said"*  (FB friend Evon C. Morris for the original work)
Malibu Times

Blinded by Justice. Yours should take Cover. I'm Surging.

You tried to Exploit me and you Succeed
with this as your Prize Trophy, poor Failed
Writer poor Muse who serves You. Your Reply
to that Calling is a Burp Fart Raging
the Dumpster-Designed Suspenders Reprised
Overalls signifying GoshDangShit
My my! What rebellion squelched Dry in Prime
Time.  Yours which is Rattled and MisConceived
of False Profits with Dignity in Demise.
Dependent upon Corruption, Slime, Sexual
Abuses? What Rhyme would be Allured
by such Crimes? Poetic Justice of a Kind
that Blinds with its Brilliance and is Blinded
by Verses. Yours should take Cover. I'm Surging.

This Catalogue of Poems Let them FLower:Legacy of Fat Macho Pride disguised in a Board of Trustees. Let it Writhe ehtirW.

This catalogue of Poems let them Flower
like a Tree Peony in upstate New York--
the Words of a Poet written, erased,
reversed with every Pull by the Peon's

Pen turned backwards sdrawkcab. Hate and Rage Hurt.
Awakened the Ashes of Ancestors
buried deep in Mission Walls built and Kept
Epithets. Oh Conscious Soul!

                                       Damn your Dirt

is of Nothing to Dicks like us with Hard
Balls to convert a Victim to a Trophy
by Unmetered Avarice, Lust, and White
Powdered Delights to Sniff at High Dollar

Legacy of Fat Macho Pride disguised
in a Board of Trustees. Let it Writhe ehtirW.

no se quema en Hablar el idioma endriagada: con safos

uno)
a la dedicada obra
le canta mi paladar
jodiéndose pa mi tragar
cada dîa que le pido
otra rimita sanador
ay que sî mi lengua
encantadora me sorprende
por su palabrallama
el pueblo la atenciøn
y por este modo el Poema
brinda fuentes de aguas
poderosas! La såvila
insurgente con clave
alfabetes rima bella
Canto y grito mi
liberaciøn con Safos

dos)
por mis labios nunca pasen
sus desprecios facistitas
les gano el respeto
expresando las verdades
des sus falsas presumidas
racistas violadores
inalfabetos (y con
educaciøn)
         de atiro...

tres)
ques que esta Hembra
no se quema en Hablar
un idioma endriagada
de una presa de derechos.
Hago mi demanda
rescatar a mi Libertad.
con safos serå y qué~!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Sin Justicia no hay Paz. Y Qué queremos?

Interred in Paper as Speculative
as a SubPrime Loan, inked in False Promises
Stifled in the Antechamber of Sound
where No on Can Hear Her for None have Ears

This is where Language hits its Maximum.
It must Plan in Reverse instead of Live
Straight....Okay....I'm Used to being Second
Class and in it find the Answers of Time

Past, Present, Progressive, Futuristic.
Whatever the Age whatever the Verse.
It is Silence that Breaks for the Boom Boom
of Speech. Sin Justicia no hay Paz. Sin

Justicia no hay Paz. Y Qué queremos?
Justicia!  Y Cuåndo?  Ahorra?  Cuando? Ahora!

Like Ted Hughes when he told Sylvia You're your Subject.

What's it like for you to Feel the Scales
of a Just Word? Je pense qui I Know How
through Reverse Analogy.  I Felt Full
Strength the Burn Sensation, High and Low

did they Lacerate me top to Bottom
when the Stalker did stare at my Thighs and Loins
and obliged me to accept a Dyed Cloth.
Forced Romance between Giraffe and Lion.

"Take your Position in the Safari



I'm the Predator. You are my Quarry."
A True Transcript from African Lineage
enacted with Colonial Privilege

To Tell of Woes in Academia. Like Ted Hughes
when he said, Sylvia You're your Subject. 

Cuz my fourteen Linear Lips don't Lie(hahaLol, Sappho is Sly and with every Breath breathes Eternal Sighs.)

Cuz my fourteen Linear Lips don't Lie
though they do have formal Requirements.
(hahaLol, Sappho is Sly
and at every Breath breathes Eternal Sighs.)

Sappho, Speak! what is Wrong? What is a-Miss?
A woman Straight or BiSexual, Lesbic,
or Trans--Her Consent is Required First?
You mean you need some form of Iambic

to make your Arrangement? Well, that could Work.
But tell me more! What Method of Verse
do you Profess? Revolutionary?
Is that why you would turn the Words Backwards?

C'est Bien C'est Bien en XOchitl en Cuicatl
ltaciuCne ltihcoX ne  y Que (C/S)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Chicano Poetry, I'll just Cancel You for Good...

Speaking Out won't help you in the Reel World
of Black and White and Red all of the Time=
Reality cut into Crystal Glass,
Laser Sharp surface of Bulges and Mounds
These are my Flowers I bring them to You
as Diego to Frida at Tepeyac
Those were for Guadalupe Ya Estufas.
Hey, I'm just Freestyling Identities.
Hell no You Don't Basquiat Wastebasket.
I before E unless you give me C.
Oh yes you will and you know what I mean!
Chicano Poetry I'll just Cancel
you for Good. Never Again Literature.
Anthrowoelogy has powered you DOWN.

Rhyme has two Laces for its Nike Airs

Rhyme has two Laces for its Nike Airs
Sound it out Black Black sound it out Red Red
I'm thinking the John Chamberlain would Spare
us that Nonsense of Modernism. Screw
you! What's your Bias Post Modernism?
You can't find your Footnotes again Edith?
Well well there's too little Slack in the Leash.
Masters of Hatrage demanding my FLesh.
The gnash gnash like Todorov did Say I'm
preferring my Venti Tall! Franz Kafka
is here and the Envelope Reads James Joyce.
Assist him, he's Visually Impaired MOJO
More Joyce don't mind your Eyes: Special
Fats for Polymorphological Deus.

reclaim the Consciousness from Crackheads at Last.

Irascible Poet, Shut
the door, get in here Fast
they won't like that
you're here. What's
that you're doing
in the Water
growing wildlflowers
those unwanted Ferns
I'll teach you with
Mental Malathion
cursed Youth!
seek your Souls
through War
not traditions
of Lore, Love,
Lost in Jungles
ewwww mosquitos
Call up Monsanto
there's "Local Color
out here. Psss Natives.
The Fake ones
who think they hahaha
Predate the colony
muah bah muah bah Laugh in the Face of Youths
Addled by a Conscience? Well, we want None of That!

I hear the cries as the poet relates them "to a mousie"

Where would I be
had you not survived
by the rafters
of Poesy,
my father muse?

I'd not be here
with a mousie
who watches his home
when the Bulldozers
get here

I hear the cries
as the poet
relates them
"to a mousie"


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

las de Aquellas Peones y Poetas Las Mujeres tienen Derechos!

del principio y desde entonces soy del
Rancho Vasquez, Quinones, Gonzalez,
las de Aquellas Peones y Poetas     Y Que?
se Escriben en Las Palabras Rojas
Eres Comunista, Tiburcio o Que?

y desde los escalones que entran
hasta la Memoria Infantil Mia,
Jose Alfredo  Jimenez te Oigo
siento que me has Compuesto Versos

en Xochitl en Cuicatl en Coyotl
Serenas Autoctonas del Ritmo
PoradentroPoder Mio, y Que?
Antes de ser Niña you fui un Hombre

Que estaba Chiquillo y no Iba a la
Escuela porque no aguantaba seis
horas sin Verte ....ni quise que Vieras
que estaba escribiendo mil veces tu Nombre:

Ya Estufas! Las Mujeres tienen Derechos!
Ejido Seis de Octubre que se Guarda
en la Memoria nunca me Olvidaré
Ramon Vzquez, Abuelo Y Que?

I need the Right Words and Way to tell My Children of their Situation. Hijos, you are Illegal.

Querida Madre who brought us this Far
and Guarded us each Step of the Way, Please
hear me and Once Again Lend me Your Grace.
I need the Right Words and Way to tell My
Children of their Situation. Hijos,
you are Illegal. We didn't Make
it this Way. All we Wanted was to Give
you the Chance we never Had to Improve
on what we were born with: Intelligence
such as Yours, Look at you, with A's and B's
and your Sister, Valedictorian
of her Class.  I wish you Knew how I Stand
and how I Proud I am to Stand with the Youth
so Talented and Smart y Con Ganas!

Sargeant Agents of Genocide I Overcome you and have no Mercy

We all know him The Expert Brute who Kills
a Living digging in the Dirt, Exposed
to the Sargeant Agents of Genocide
and Anthropollywogonal violence
when Sappho must Share their Environment.
His Gaze grazes You Up and then Stares you Down
tracing the Lines of your Body with Thoughts
so Filthy you perceive a Urine Smell
spilling from their Underwear which Hangs Low
as their Tongue as it Wags when you Rally,
you Protest, you walk the Line, you Shout Loud
"No Justice No Peace" There are Thought
Gardens growing within a Femme like Me
Though you Saturate with Cyanide Rage,
I Overcome you and have no Mercy.

I Outran the Stats, the Frats, and the Paws:Anthropollywogiando Conmigo?

I Outran the Stats, the Frats, and the Paws
such as Low expectations, Self-Fulfilled
Prophecies and Gropers. The Anthro
Pollywogs with Gangrene-of-the-Mind poor
Pups, I'm Sorry you see Life in such Gaffes.
Are those Spy Lenses there? A Recorder?
Your Unwanted Attention is Rather
Obvious. Ya Estufas I see the Idea
You flashing the Master Race Card Again?
Paid your Dues to the Association?
You heard of the Wog who Jumped from his Pond
to History--no PhD--He Lashes
his Whip pretending he's a Humanist
Anthropollywog Fraude en la Historia! (C/S)

Why can't I be Normal like the Others?Musas Lesbianas. Ya Estufas C/S

Why can't I be Normal like the Others?
It's not Easy being Green like Kermit
said. For everytime you Breathe you make Words
into Verses, Soon five Thousand Sonnets
will Crash through the Dome of your Clitoris
and Poesms will Fleurish in your Prime,
Edith you thought you had your Issues Plus
de Profunde and now that you've Broken Bars
of Oppression, my Goddess Juquila
Tonantzin Guadalupe de Aquellas
son Firmes me Inspira a mi Conciencia
conocerlas a Ustedes Madres
Divinas que Gaurdan a las Rucas
Poetas Lesbianas. C/S

Sappho, Sappho, will you Ever Tire? I live Forever in these Verses Mine.

Sappho, Sappho, will you Ever Tire?
Excusemoi ma Amor! Whatcha Sayin?
That Sappho can't Blow out this little Fire,
When all of her Ouevre was burned in a Pyre?

Did she just Collapse on her Ass? Sighing
for all her Lost Youth? Hell no que Ya Estufas!
Once in a While, Truedat they get Bold
these Silly Men with Gold in their Rolls...
I Sweep the Floor with them and Eons Too!
As long as I've got my Crew of Womyn,
Calafia, Lorna Dee, Emily,
Edith Wharton, Piaf, Morris, and Head,
and the Best of them All, La Llorona...
I live forever in these Verses Torrid.

Spit Spit on You Sappho We've Hired a Lawyer to Vie with Your Muse

Spit Spit on You
Sappho Fuck Off
We can't read Poems
so we hired

a powerful
Attorney to
Vie with your Muse.
A Sapphic Spick?

Pentameter?
Ug! Shakespeare'd Roll
Over in Grave
a Chicana

Claiming his Lines
she's a Bastard
Mudblood ANchor
Baby Breeding

Dirt colored Bitch.
--As a Matter
of Fact, Sappho
said, "I chose this

Form to Avenge
my Faithful Scribes.
We have to Talk
Down in order

You might find This
Accessible.
In other Words
it's Classical.

It lives for Years!
Was it not Big Bill
who said it Well.
Eternal Lines

to Time thou Grow-
est so Long as Men
have Eyes to See
So Long Lives This!

BlueCoat BlueCoat have you any Fear? Not one Bit.

BlueCoat BlueCoat
have you any
Fear? Not one Bit.
I've lost my Fear.

BlackSheep BlackSheep
have you any
Wool? No No No
I said NO NO

I'd never Give
Out my Sweet Prize
to you Mob Brutes
ganged up like this.

Liar! Brown Woman,
Red, Black, White, Pink,
and Disabled
can you hear Me?

Yes, I can but
it's hard to Pay
Attention when
you Label me.

You must hear me
very well, Whore
Slut Janitor
Spawn, we're Right

Here and we Know
what's best for You.
Go Find a Place
Get out of Here!

We have nothing
to give you not
even a Paycheck!
Your Rights we Own!

If you Insist
on Rhyming like
a Sappic Whore
you'll be Sorry.

Sir, I don't See
why my Rights You
Keep Claiming
as Yours. Surely

You will come Clean
by this: My Tongue
it won't Stop Y
Qué C/S


Sappho, where have you Gone?:Flames that spared Cupid his Poems!

So he offered me his hand to Stand Up
without slipping on all of the Mosses
that had Grown on the Stones where I'd wandered
not knowing what would Befall Me as Gross
violations took Place again Again
the Tormentors in their Dungeons prodded
me, Groped my Behind, and Called me a Slut
as... (Sappho Sappho, where have you Gone? Come.
Continue as Before.) When I Plunged
I descended into the Mouth of Verse
where I was Asked Sophie's Choice: Which This
or That do you wish to Preserve? By far,
I gave most of my Lyrics as Kindling
to the Flames that spared Cupid his Poems!

Williams is the Name, Procurer of a Paean To ease a Depression and Speak Again.

When Countering Fear and Loathing, my Child
you must go to a Small Place, Exhale
your Pain, Going Backwards will Help. Begin
from 10 and Count in Reverse to Zero.
Don't forget to do this Three Times a Day
until you Feel Better and Recover
from all of This. Remember Best Vengeance
is your Future Success for then you Will
Fly Higher than Before. From a Stepping
Stone you transform to a Mountain, Amor.
I'm here with You, You'll never Fail Me.
For I'm the Doctor of Poesy, Williams
is the Name, Procurer of a Paean
To ease a Depression and Speak Again.

The CuCkoo Way of Misogyny's Rights:We have Freedom to Access Ass here Boys.

I remember your Mocking Mocking Bird
Blue Jay, I recall every TellTale
Detail for I've a Mind for Justice
Truth Ideals and Innocent Females
forced as Children, Adults, when Disabled,
Oppressed and Insulted for their Alleged
Crimes such as possessing a Vagina
when Evil Predators and their Demon
Protectors take Over for the Money!
For the Power! For the Stats of Good Clean
Fun and Charity to all the Poor Ones
including our Lusts that they're Required
to Afford us after Hours or Now!
We have Freedom to Access Ass here Boys.

Smooth Operatorah : The Quills of Shade

Taking the Sadistic Out of our Ears--
Out!  Illegal!  Worthless!  A Burden! Shame
on you your Poverty! Your Blisters, Bones,
Offspring. You are not Human not as Much
as I am. I'm the Liberal Elitist
earning that Retirement I think Of
and the Buds well though I'm not Into that,
they get off with the Staff, er, Latinas
Illegals, Ya Know, all of these Wetbacks
looking for Gold, hunger for my Nutsack.
SInce I don't "Do That" with Whores from Down South,
and the Guys are into It, I give Free
Access to the Ass. But I'd Never Give
Up a Chance to appear in a Sonnet.

Pigstitution! why I do not belong to Race Being Human?

See that that that
exactly as
Joaquin Phoenix
(Amnesty!
Ya Estufas!)

Back to my Reff
erent Fluorescent
Here's what you'll Need
to know: Not me

but Marquis de Sade
as depicted
by my namesake
Edith Wharton

in a film based
on her novel
This Quill's a Tongue
like Sor Juana's

in her Poem
Hombres necios
where she relates
on Silly Machos

I'm not a Writer!
and don't belong
to a Race
of you Heuman?

Edith Wharton
My Pachuca!
de Aquellas
not eXactly

Are you Manning
the Border man
that's some Sad Times
right there.  Right there.

A PoPuta
La Fregada
qui est q'cest?
I'm Studying

Original
Manuscripts. Fuck
you really Are?
Like in those Huge
Libraries Tall

and Clean because
we Keep them Clean
but you're Inside
of it? We can

Aspire too?
Nah, I don't think
so. I need my Job.
Asses in Hats.

But this is Not
Wharton. She's wrong
she's a Fat whore
Worthless Token

So I can read
your Language
and Signs Mrs.
PrOppressors

as  you do Wrong
to another
Equal to You
Better Smarter

Incompetent?
You got the wrong
Mexican Indian
White Mulatta.

It's on on on
Long as my Tongue
Licked Never your
Shit Stinking Hole
Prickstitution!

Disability Verse (no not Curse): Our Verse will hit the Dart in the Bull'sEye

Come take a Course with Sappho, no Matter
if you are Ill, down deep and Depressed.
Poetry can Heal a Nervous Wreck, A-
D-D- (Oh, I forgot where?) The Records
we'll set them Straight or Curvy what the Hell
All Shapes and Sizes all Neurons Welcomed.
Any Uptakers? Ridalin? Okay
no hay problema.  We will Educate
ourselves and all the Falsies Too who Think
that they are Better and Smarter for when
asked they answer 2+2.While numbers
we Use them Wryly Stitching Metered Lines
to Prosodize the Ableist's Mythic Lies:
YES! Verse hits the Bullshit Eye's Everytime.

Sappho and her Sister Helen Asleep

Pansies and their Smell as small as a Girl
who learned from her Sister about the World.
It is a Large place, you See, you'll need a Car
for now I'll drive you where you need to Go.

There in the Grass, Pansies put us to Sleep
and we Traveled far in our Floral Dreams.
We went back to our Home (Home, where are you?)
But we weren't Sure we Knew How to Go

to it yet still be Here by our Pansies
that Grow in a Line from their Stems near the Street
Spotted and lined by Design on the Hour
Blooming, Growing, then Wilted by the Power

of a Force so Great it takes You and Me
to a Mild Meadow for our SafeKeep

MIT "Youtube" Book LOL Poor Boys trying so Hard to Bridge Gaps with a Crack

(http://www.scribd.com/doc/48496210/Critical-Crux-and-the-AtJuhasz-YOUTUBE-Review-Volume-1-of-Sparing-the-Humanities-by-Poetic-Demand)

Yes, there are Professors who Roll Youtube
videos, write books on it, Advertise
their Knack as Narrator of the Web
and along with that, they Infantilize
the Youth who seem so Bored as they Ponder
the Mirth of a Nothingness Played Upon
Imaginations in Chains, Plato's Cave,
the DumpBox that's been Overfilled Again.
With so much going on, a "Filmmaker"
relies on  Projectors for her High5's.
Yes, it is very True that MIT
is Making a Mouse's Cheese of our Minds.
However, I don't blame them those Poor Boys
trying what they can to fill Gaps with Holes.

Let's laugh our way through the Pain of Verses. I can show you How! I have heard Pan Play The Beautiful Letters (Blessed Lettres) Students wrote Me

The Beautiful Letters (Blessed Lettres) Students
wrote me when we conducted our Courses--
they are of the Worth of Petrarch to me,
and like the Stitches of a Thread, Sew Hems
of all of my Loose Seams. I'm a Poet
My students Poets too are on Their Way
in Training. I take them by the Hand. Oh,
you have ADD, depression? I hear
You. I understand for how can we be 
Well when our Thoughts are so Large to Manage
while Peeps play at Supreme Races? The Mind
can get a Little or Very Rattled.
Let's laugh our way through the Pain of Verses.
I can show you How! I have heard Pan Play.

Hate is not a Truth and it's not a Thought, yet It is Fine Soil for A Sonnet

Only with great sacrifice and with Pain,
the Raging melody of Racism,
violence and Abuse Spun Around Again,
I turned my Target into a Flower.

My Target was a Wound that Bled Petals
of Despair for every Smear. Jealousy
too! my Silken Veins and Yellow Pollen
favored by the Bees who sucked my Honey,

So, Many are the Always I Multiply
my Beauty when the Epithets I hear,
each "Dirty Mexican" that comes to My
ears is the Eternal Verse of Shakespeare.

Hate is not a Truth! Hate is not a Thought,
Yet it is Fine Soil for a Sonnet!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Songs of Freedom: Ready to Cut Sharpened

---"Workin inequity to achieve Vanity" Bob Marley

To my Students, Children of my Sisters,
and of Flesh and Blood: Sing Songs of Freedom,
words with Eyes and Mouths, Butterflies that Come,
thinkers with Deep Souls for Dictionaries---

The Spirit of Liberty is Music
is Harmony is Dignity is Free,
so let us Remember the Old Trick
of the Imagination and its Wings

that Soar with the Caution that Icarus
gained and with the Abandon of the Flame's Friend,
Prometheus. When Pandora let's Loose
her Box this Time, We will not be Afraid!

"If You are a Big Tree, we are Small Axe
Ready to Cut you Down, Sharpened and Ready."

Pachuca Poet with an Alibi--Your Queer Anchor Baby y Que

All I ever Wanted to be was Me,
Pachuca Poet with an Alibi--
wearing my Green Garcia Pandilla,
crossdressed as Lorca in my Guaje-
Stripped Clean as a Bean on a Vainita--
Ay de la Grifa Negra y India--
de los Labios de Llanto Oscuro,
Ay ay ay me tiene media Loca
una Cucarachita sin Papel
y con la Autoridad en el Puño.
See me driving my Red, White, Blue, Green
Cady, this Low-Low knows how to Brinca
One Hot Jump got me Over the River
It's me, a Queer Anchor Baby, y Qué.