They Called us GenX'ers, Cesar Chavez

They called us Gen-Xers, Mr. Chávez—

We were just Dears with the glare in our face,

the Raza, the community, and Youth,

prospective and respective of what ask

our people (whose people?) By HI-Defs:

those in whose faces we see our own Dreams.

That’s what people are good for, their Vision,

Their Insight, their Trust, their Belief. More

Can be done. Yes all can be done and lived

by our Memory as if for the first time

virgins of peace not-touched by hate by rage

by the insistence that we don’t exist,

as once pronounced yb Ana Castillo,

of course. Women en los files de Poesia.

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Belated Birthday Sonnet to Swapan Basu

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Before I Log Out and Shut Down

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Bark,. Bite, and Bullet

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In its Beak, a Sonnet Dead

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Oh Beautiful for Intricate Letters

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Computer Eros Poetics

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Gyres of Two Points on the Po Spectrum: from union to undocked, to Jesus of course.

Check it out. I met him at the Rally.

He was wearing a button made from Blues

That spoke up in his Eyes. It’s Really

Not that Easy tryin to figure out Truces.

Like Laws look at them, standing over there

with their pant hems rolled up, nice calves, their sleeves

are spotless, shined, and pressed. And whatever

it is that we’re voting for. I trust breeze,

a feeling in the air. Yes it is. Si

se puede, ( como no ) si hubo

para Guerra si hubo para sangre

si hubo para negarles los derechos

a mi Gente y la tuya, somos Uno.

Oyes, crees que si? Asi es es Asi.

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Go on Gil Cedillo, a dream Keeper!: Sonnet for a Doer

Go on Gil Cedillo, a dream Keeper!
I stand with you, Leader of my Sonnet.

I saw you at a School in East L.A.

 Viva Garfield and Viva Roosevelt...

So, whaddup? You taking the Capitol

under your Wing and sheltering the Hope

of our Heroic Youth y de las Madres?

Let's have a look at the suit you're Wearing.

Aren't its sleeves and its Collar pressed Well?

Your Shoes have been shined just for this Hour.

Respect, it is clear, you've earned its Rewards

for you don't look at us as Mocosos

sin Ninguna Esperanza without Goals.

Que no se te haga Tarde, Honrado.

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Poems Aren't Made of These Types of Things Daffodil

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Combustion Chamber: A Story in a Restaurant on SM Blvd.

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Phoenix Suns against Intolerance Olympiads

My Hands are 5 winged birds that sit at left and right.
Which one is which I keep forgetting. Since
my heart is here, I know I am right by TOUCH. That was might
of the classroom to give me such new Thoughts
and questions. But first, I increased the sped
of information. Learn to read Unread
letters and unwritten Verses still dense
in the evening and by the next day contrived
a Slam Dunk in the Sky: Phoenix Suns
“Los Suns,” a baseball dug-out makes Good
stuff for a line in a Poem. And Yet I’ve
no MFA in Metaphors. True Dat.
How’d you learn then? I became Olympian
in the Chamber of Alcoholics. Ipsi



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When John McCain Called for Ireland and Coyote said “No Dice”

Coyote heard a call from John McCain:
“Please don’t leave me here in the Sonoran
Desert! Oh, take me back to Ireland
once more where I will learn my mother tongue.

And when my buddies, the NSM, Men
of Minute endurance, and Jan Brewer
ask for me, tell them not to shed even
one Saguaro Teardop in the sand. O’er

the Seas to my Country Isle homeland.
Take me by a breeze and song to Galway.
I plan to have my statute carved in gold
as promised at my deathbed by Cindy.”

"I said NO Dice and so just save your breath
for you are just a wetback after death."




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For the Irish to go back Home: Naui V-Ron and Irish Tempers

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By the Time you get Here, I'll be In Galway Bay

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All People are Good at Heart. Bye Bye Kitty That's That

Dear Kitty,
I was nowhere near there, beauty,
you who beheld the young lines
of a Yellow Starred child. Brutal
they say is the Gestapo. I rely
on my own thoughts. Who is it,
Edith? Anne, Anita? Kitty?
Who are you speaking as me?
And what brings you to serve
as a Letter-writer? My muse
it was who has sent me out,
none other, cruel in her Truth-
formula. I write to you Kitty,
to say I agree, when others say
Gestapo are Monstrous,
Sick agents of Hitler, I take
My Position: Despite everything,
All People are Good at Heart.

Bye Bye Kitty. That’s that.



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It's a Style of no Style-Stylus, what can I say?

You call me a word
When I am a sword

You think I’m silent
When I ring my bell

You believe you’re a writer
When I spell out these letters

When I speak you listen
yet you stop talking never

So I got this new way
of looking at my fate

I can tick by the second,
Minute, hour, or rebound

In reverse and announce
A first verse abundant

And as to its methods
Take it from Edith Morris-Vasquez

It’s a style of no Style Stylus,
soy Irigayesqua what can I say?




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An Elf as Regards Hate Inquiry

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Callous to Protect my Soul

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Metaphor Zombies

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At the Edge and for a Good Reason: Fuck Art

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Con la Escarda Media util Ni UNA MAS

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Elf Go Grab Your Hat!

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Pretty Little Poem Dressed in Blue

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Crashlanded You did in my Tribe

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Two Boots for Peace PAZ

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Fill me With Your Beauty O Worm

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You Judged a Book by a Cover not Its Edge

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The Footsteps of Verse are so Intricate

The footsteps of peace are of intricate
time and shape as each inimitable
piece of mosaic flashed onto fountains
around which will be made an Iris
of Hew Drops that waltz on water,
by countless combinations ever-twirled
from modest offshoot to crescendo-surged
rhizome cluster verse. Condensed via Grace
and by added declensions, a rhythm
that Busts: red red Rover, send Sappho Right
Over. Green Bower of passion to birth
roots takes compassion, consensual love,
indeed a poem like this is just one thing
to live in the presence mine muse-elves.


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Crescendo-Surged Rhizome Cluster

The footsteps of verse are of intricate
time and shape as each inimitable
piece of mosaic flashes onto fountains
around which will be made an Iris
of Hue Rings that spin with water,
by countless combinations ever-twirled
from modest offshoot to crescendo-surged
rhizome cluster Funk. Condensed via Grace
and by added declensions, a rhythm
that Busts: red red Rover, send Sappho Right
Over. Green Bower of passion to birth
roots takes compassion, consensual love,
indeed a poem like this is just one thing
to live in the presence mine muse-elves.


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To Flower Instead of Hate and to Win

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Epic QUeen Monarch Disseminating A Leaked Sex Tape

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Anthropollywog Violence Burning Man Methods- CLICK

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HUman RIghts Tribunal in Anthropollywogolandia

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It's A Tough Job Blowing Bubbles of Freedom!

It’s a Tough job blowing Bubbles. I’m done

With smalling the sweat and want my Freedom.

Everyday is for Freedom, an Idea

Bubble you can see grow grow Weeeeeee!

Like a Merry-Go-Round of Liberty!

Pride against Papers! Papers which to make

a Cuss Word built of Four Letters. When the Old

Boy with Axes in his Mad Gaze retorts:

“I’ll show you what to do with Four More

useful letters. Suck on my Sagging fronds

of Power.” Three Long hairs where hangs Glamour

of pushers, of mobbers, and lynchers. These

are Heroes? Only as long as Hate succumbs

ultimately to Love Fecund no Justice no Peace!




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I Naui'd a Poem Vs. Neo-Nazis

I get up close and soon am offended
By the sight of this cult to hatred
Entertained by some sympathetic town.
White supremacy for white teeth and T-Shirts
That’s all they could say when I asked,
Of what White culture were they Proud?

Of Shakespeare. Old Irish (Gaelic bitch!)
At the front of the Line where I Naui’d
Me one. "When will yours be Ready?“
"Okay, I'm dumb." "Read the Manual."

SO this here’s my Naui Tape in a rhyme
Without Rima a Sun under the Glass
Of my Computer screen. “Get rid of Her.
She’s causing Trouble.” “That’s a Hero?"


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I fought in A circle for Poetic Science

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a pretty little poem dressed in blue

There was a pretty little poem dressed
up in a periwinkle baby blue
dress with Puff sleeved and ruffles, a bow tied
to the center, and satin buttons too.

I made it for you, my Daughter, lil girl
with one piece of Paper and not even
that. I just used my computer that’s all.
In fact, sweetheart: you are not real and

I’ve been imagining what you would like
were I you and you over there, a Poet,
writing in a way that would please me. Silk,
you might use instead of Blue and do get

rid of the Zipper for I see from here
that it is already sticking to me.



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Metaphor Zombie Pollywog

They kill you with their Metaphor zombies
that thrash as you do, continue living.
For example: two dozen phrases, time
After time: sublime, pensive, and engaged.
Or: resonant, evidenced, Discourse, Tease.
Trouble, tweeze, and Unpack. Ah, gosh darn it!
My Vertigo again set in motion by twirling
batons of the privileged with wide access
to miniscule Lumpage. Where it aesthetic
that could feed off their Sparkle in order
to take the Shaker from their Hands: Glitter!
Glitter Pride to doubters and artists
who like me are succumbed to those Habits
that we try yes we do to Un-Train Them!





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In Times like these a Sonnet...Worshiping Diana's Offspring?

In times like these a sonnet does its best
if never written or forgotten how.
For did I have the rhyme to stop a Show
as a Cuban once said could be done. Test

an idea, give it a tango dip
stand it upon the shoes of Evita.
Who knows it may pay you back in tepid
waters to wash Humans, your carita,

What is a Carita? It is a Word
I, your Godmother can give you to stun
with your beauty and to radiate Sword
of Truth Almighty and My royal Queen.

What need have we people for worshiping
the Marriages of Diana's offspring?





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I Don't Pay for my Verses with FAvors

False as the belief that language skills are Fixed.
You can learn another if you need to.
“Muse I grow Weary making them Wary
of me and my Elocution for which I’m accused
by scribblers, as Inferior. I pick up a Pane
from the Window that’s hanging in the Door
that divides you from me. I get so Aerobic
just thinking how You could be Eased
of your Dignity at the cost of My own.
Whore to Whore I’m speaking! While you
Choose and Covet your Career decision,
I Bit down on the Tips of my Nails
and Cursed the Way that I was Caught and Bound.
I don’t Pay for my Verses with Favors



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Irish Love Revolution of Green Verse: Red and Green Love and Peace and Luck

Betrayals of love make for fancy dance.
In the minute declensions of Force goes
a drive Green in the eyes of that Dylan
that blasts the Roots of Trees and does destroy
as it Veers so perilously close between glows
of red of green of red of green like some Small
Hearts being mended, bit by bit, let us Show
that we came to Verses when insulted
and before no short attempt via Peaceful Means.
Hence, it is War War for Peace and Militant
Love. What you call Poetry, I call Fate.
One does not Take up Arms for a slight. Yes,
Friends and Most Certainly Enemies: I grant
You the Luck of some Hated Black Irish.
Oh Yes, San Patricio, I get what you Mean:
Poetry is War is Poetry is
I Gather my Shield, Sword, and Green Clover.
And I hear over my Left shoulder as a Hawk
Hovers nearby the Union office a Phrase:
No Justice No Peace Ni Una Mas c/s





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Sleeping Elf of the Beauty

In a Spell she Put me, my First girl Kiss,
The older girl playing the role at Disneyland.
I get to go too? Okay, this is It; Let my Bliss
Be known to Someone, to Someone, Who her?
Sleeping Beauty who putting her hands on my Shoulder,
Bent to my cheek and Swept me High UP
Into the Wings of Humanity where most it did
Benefit to the Genie in me who knew little Mirth.
It is Edith and that’s why I speak and of More,
Many more women I knew who Blessed me,
Their Deepest Powers for Special Forces,
Child to Child, we see Ourselves UP
And yet of Such Small Stature. Let’s Embrace
This Sullen Matter with Somnambulance:
Go to Sleep LItlte Dears. We’ll wake you when
We arrive. ( ) Now it is Time to Alight!




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Jump! If it’s spice you were seeking, that was It! C/s

Microfiber miniscule—is it you
digitalis modos de comprende?
Pues, amigo understand. A cruel Ghoul
gets Bank for your dreams and Love. No wonder
you hate me. You misperceive my goal
and think it should take me longer to score
a sonnet. So mine’s a little (or a lot) rattled.
It’s still got its writhing. Do not mistake
the Original Conception of verse.
Against Vice did it wage its best Defenses.
I’m sorry. I’ve done it again. Here comes
the Volta without any twine but a Plank
for a High Dive I’ve brought it along: Jump!
If it’s spice you were seeking, that was It!




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Japan: Land of Red Sons

Japan: Land of the Red Sun “To Build a Bridge Between Two Nations”
for the Nishitas

Build a bridge from D.F. to Japan
with these ingredients: Benedetti,
a despoiled archaeological
tribute stolen from the Museum.,
a drunk British-Mexican whose father
is again refusing to speak Spanish,
and a naïve young woman becoming
pregnant about the time. Within herself
a future is marked in time, conception.
A microsporic design: if design,
if genetics: it doesn’t seem concerned
with its origins be they Japanese,
Indian, African, and European.
Still it knows itself in any language.



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A Dream must be handled with great caution.

And while the world seemed to hang from a thread,
so did its Children, Youth, aka Dreams
headed North, folds left bent on corners
of papers, “a future” place and a time
to be Noticed, unashamed, and inspired
by whatever outcome that shall be, Hope?
Does it live any longer or conspire
at all? It is an Imaginary Band
a mental spring and a rudder , an oar,
to paddle, to keep itself Up, Afloat.
Thus at these altitudes an Idea
of time present chronicles a history.
We came. We dreamed. We lived a day for truth.
A Dream must be handled with great caution.



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Cali Dream Bus to Sacramento: You can do it you can do it you can.

Calli was a State named after a Girl.
She loved to dream and went to bed early.
She forgot all about the nuclear
spill for a while and is keeping her
thoughts on the survivorship of Japan's
people, embraces her fellow person,
child, girl, boy, man, or woman and Earth
too and Nature. Then as she awoke, She
noticed a bus driving by like an Aid
to Despair not unalike those Relief
vehicles. First Aid to Humanity
and Trauma Rescue. Peace at the Border
that is without Limit to its violence.
Tsunamis elsewhere break shore in Cali.



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I will Instruct you to Write a Sonnet: Such Sullen Revolutionaries

I will instruct you on writing sonnets,
But I don’t recommend it. Why would I,
Any youth with a Che in her Heart,
a Flores-Magon in his Liver, Why

Not be Free? And become Eternal verse
That never ever dies because its water-
Proofed in the Soul. Las Belles Lettres Je
Vous Amez. Las Amo sin limite

Y sin cualquier Motivo. This Little
Puff of carbonate Matter, a Poem
Not even worth the distraction. Get out
Of here! Humanity has arisen

In small and immoderate poemies
of such sullen revolutionaries.



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I will Instruct you to Write a Sonnet: Such Sullen Revolutionaries

I will instruct you on writing sonnets,
But I don’t recommend it. Why would I,
Any youth with a Che in her Heart,
a Flores-Magon in his Liver, Why

Not be Free? And become Eternal verse
That never ever dies because its water-
Proofed in the Soul. Las Belles Lettres Je
Vous Amez. Las Amo sin limite

Y sin cualquier Motivo. This Little
Puff of carbonate Matter, a Poem
Not even worth the distraction. Get out
Of here! Humanity has arisen

In small and immoderate poemies
of such sullen revolutionaries.




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Pride or Nothing: The Little daddies came Out!

I heard that Jorge, Jesus, and Javier
gave up their Creds on Facebook Profiles.
They say they are UNDIVIDED: straight,
gay or Ally. They’re willing to invite
us to the Best Events With Due respect
not like other undergraduates now-
a-days who don’t give an F if their life
plans are failing them because the lawless
corporations have paid in Dollars
but taken their meals at off-shore locales.
Won't pay taxes? These are heroes? Pride
To the one who without Hand-outs survives,
And sustains. Who’se the Real Illegal?
Get off the Dance Floor! It's Pride or Nothing!





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Public Resources and Education

There are fears unknown to the luxury
class of established arts and sciences
a budget two times the adjustments
more or less a ¾ diminuition
would you say? That’s about right with the new
considerations. No one knows what is
happening with the Economy. “Not!
in this economy. There are no Deals
to be made. Everyone’s being careful.
At least we haven’t had an Earthquake since..”
Well, actually we need to have earthquakes.
It’s just a matter of being prepared
in the event. Basically, the new plan
is that taxes are gonna start up, OR:
we can take away corporate tax loopholes.
It’s not to hurt Business but to Invest
in the future for the development
of better technologies and learning.
Education isn’t an Optional
cost. Since CEO’s run for their profits,
education must protect itself too.
End tax loopholes and maintain public goods.





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Zipper Down Oedipal Bluff Ya Estufas y Que?

Martha Graham, when Approach that You
Must follow the Way you’d Come and in Search
Of Something Else which remained Unfulfilled.
What is it? Is it Elsie of Williams or by Him! Pure
Products of America go zrakey. That is ….Ratherrrr
My Speech it remains inspite of itself American.
Go on then Say it must not Exist at all for its Beauty
Incomprehensible in Old Designs---Chatter
Up the Classics Suck vous ne comprendez paz
Rien. That was Nothing but its own Yanky
Style watered UP toward the Skies of Yangna:
As you Misperceive Her, we Too become Biased.
Ya Estufas Free Women on the Borders
Your Vices Has its Zipper Down…Oedithpen C/s



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Beauty is whatever Cost can’t be Forsaken

The fine art of desire requires
stitches in beautiful letters that’re
trimmed once and twice then five times again
before there is something called a Sonnet.

What is the point of talking about it?
Poetry so what. It’s actually weird.
I don’t want some of that crap. Me either.
Does it care that none hopes it appears?

--Consider what I ask myself a lot:
Poems are just a faster way to trouble,
and give enemies what they need to smear
me further. Why do I teach what demeans me?

C’est l’ars pour l’ars? Once again: Beauty
at whatever Cost can’t be Forsaken



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To Rush the Death of Ideas: its Day CLothes or Night Apparel?

Running between thought and paper,
An Idea and its Day clothes
Or Night apparel, no Matter. My lines
Seem unblessed with beauty
And more a Tool which not being a Tool
but an Instrument, Verse.

Arriving at You!
What are you?
And of what Made?
If not Words (no, not Words!)
but of Action ever Restless
Unstill with its Before and Ever After…

A Person who beholds a Ventricle,
a Tube, a Conductor, a Wire….

Present-Times: what else do you Think
You have been Wishing Upon a Star?
AN End? And End-Times?
Presposterous

Yet more Credible than Ever
The Knowers, Experts, and Wise of Alibi

To Host and to Hearten Death of Ideas
without Heart that might Procure Vision.
Inadequates at Love, why Live On, Humanish?

A Race, a Creed, a Way, a Lie to Believe Life Exists?
Life Needs Explanation? Life Needs to Caution,
create Caveats, and Excuses?

Ah, that’s our Job, we Cynical Authors,
Hemingfolk, Shipwrecked and still Seeking Adventure!

For Sheer lust of it, Doc Williams






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A Broken Door of Beauty, Brazilian Flowers CLICK ME

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A Full Grown Dream Act Leaf:It Perseveres as do Humans and Ideals: Universal Freedom to All!

One person’s Hell is Another’s Heaven.
Is that what this all Comes down to? Lazy
politicians unread on the Dream Act
filibustered and then returned to Quash
again with five points to each End? Measures
of Verse that comprise Dream Pentameter:
Ten Years awaited for Exfoliation?
Oh Leaf that grew like a Hand its Knuckles
af Dew Ingredients, Sunlight, and Moisture.
The DreamLeaf you Behold in Eyes So Bright,
American, it is the Green Mirror
of Beauty. Just let it Shine as it Should
with Might. It Perseveres as do Humans
and Ideals: Universal Freedom to All!

Les Femmes to War: Beyonce, Rihanna, Lauren Hill, Amazons in a War to Babylon

Right Left Right Left Right Left Right Left Right Left
go Two- Feet Iambics marching in Step
to Travel to a Look-Out Point and Catch
sight of an Amazon dressing in Meshed
Cap and Chain Mail, a Tunic of Gold
Ardor for the Battle to Avenge
the Name of her Monarch, her Loyal Liege
of Consensual Purpose to Raid and Roam
for Territory and Aesthetics. Quest
is given to Assemble provisions
and designs to Crush all Aggressors
who take Special Pleasures in Gore and Rape,
unkind and cruel Peonage impose do
they against the Agreements known to Man.
“No means No! Such rights are Guaranteed Due
Respect and care in Maintenance.” Therefore,
the cause which suits the Message most Applies
when staked against dignity of Surnames
among the Civilized, personages await.
This is the Prelude to the March of Crests
to ensure in the Gathering a Tribe
of Women, their Ministers and Poets,
Muses, Seers, and Servants. To War War
its Tragic Noble Fate. Les Femmes To War!
Grrr! Rihanna! Beyonce! Lauren H!
In their Images, were framed a Codus
Amazonus: Bablyonians Rah!

Thumbelina, Elven Faeries: A Philopoeic CLICK IT TO Open Eye FLower

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La Letra Zeta con Gozo! La Cucaracha Declared It!

Disabled wordspills,
broken, kernelectomized
their dose of matter,
a size and degree, Fever
for wordsake, Signifiers.
Their mantras for Sense
Won’t Commence or End.
Filibusters in Congress
reprised in English
Departments seared time
And again and at its Seams
Rebroken by Strikes
Of the Disciples
Of Dollared Vacations
“researching” Designs
Evil. Gone on and Away Over,
Verse, Let’s Go! Vamonos! ALors!
All the Beauty I create,
I endow, I elaborate,
I don’t Imitate!
An Original con Safos
y La Letra Zeta
con Gozo!
La Cucaracha Declared It!

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SHADRACH VERSES MACHISMO:INTERCULTURAL DISCSPINS

SHADRACH VERSES MACHISMO:INTERCULTURAL DISCSPINS

--after Joan Jett

Machismo doesn’t want to know
macho macho macho macho…
Joan Jett: I’m Vibing your Macho
Song. “It ain’t about your Ego! Noise?
That ain’t nothing New! If you could
only see yourself.” As I do shamed
by your actions too late to be Human
again. Lawyers and Muses? Who
is who? What Fun has this Mousie
your Tractor mowed Over. Over
goes Verse to make Fruits
with its Knowledge and Winter Chill.
To Speak as Browning did to MAKE
REAL the False Philosophies
Of “If there is Sound No one Hears…”
Shadrach, Shadrach, I am that Man.


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Female Advice on Grace de La Rocha to a Girlfriend c/s

FEMALE ADVICE ON GRACE DE ZACK DE La ROCHA
: a convo between two waitress in 1990 early era.

There I was on the Bus with Zach.
I knew it was Him. I said hell no Way.
How could that Be? I’m on this Bus
And this is Incredulous. Hey Heart
Racer, I knew it! You had my shift
Mate at work all knotted up with her
Straights. “Hey, just tell this Boyfriend
Of yours, that’s it. He can’t be with
Some other while he’s with you.”
--“but then he wouldn’t see me at all."



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OedithOvercomesOppression

Faith where can I find you?
You appeal to my Eyes
I see you Peeking Through me.
The Goblin is waiting.
What can be done?
What is the Fate
of the Hopeless by Design
who Profess and then Digress
without Conscience, permit
violence and Abet it.

Goodness, no wonder
you are only Pretending
to entertain this Crowd
of malcreídos, Self-Idols
are Heroes? Truths
of Similar Fragrance,
euphemisms 911.

I need some Air.
I begin again.
Oxygen
02
Original
Oedith
Overcomes
Oppression



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AnthropollyWog Domain Asseyed: CLICK TITLE

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I Stop to Take a Listen Youth Awaken to your Self-Expression

The Close of International Women’s Day

It’s 9pm, a restless night,
not happy, why not?
Self-pity grief agony,
my Bootstraps are these,
You recognize them don’t You?
People are Poor By Decision,
on the Edges, out of Luck Jeez
Worse than when we were Kids.

Back and Forth, Go the People.
They even give my Rhymes.
Why is it am I touched? Verse
Doesn’t Explain itself.
It keeps Moving On.
It tries on New Wheels,
It Spins in a Square dance,
It’s my Merry-Go-Round.
Twwwwirlll watching It
No worries Left. Oh Peace
in a Licorice. Ah la la la
Flower of my Fragranced
Soul raised in semi-Flight.

I Stop to take a Listen
To the World. Are you in the Mood
To talk to me? Cuz my Husband
Doesn’t have time for me
Like he used to. And in-between
Its starting to show.

I find Poems Anywhere that I go,
just sittin There with No one to Bust
them Into a Birthright. All I just Want to do is to Free
Rhymes and Poems and their Goblin
Holders, those Sneaky Green ones
With Wiggly Hair and Fish Eyes

Buttercups look at you Drunk last
Night now Sleeping in.
I lived a college life too don’t forget
It. You need to Wake Up to
Your Beauty! Come on Drink
A Cup from Aphrodite: Love
Potion #9 was a Lost Song
Of a student who did too much
Acid. I knew him, a Goblin
Too. I hope he’s alive!
The Only Recreational Drug
That’s worth it is Self-Expression.
Try some in small to Large ways
Become a Poet, a Seer, a Spark
Of Inspiration and Grace
Like Dreamers do and they got
It pretty tough you know.

…A rhythms Sequence…
Ay Lazy Life Awaken:
You are Called up to LIVE!



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A French and Mexican Muse Catfight between Two Personages on their Revolutionary Selves

I don't know if it was the Mexican
or the White in me? Cutting Stones
like these requires Diamond edged
fear. But anyways, if you don't like
it takes it and make it better
but do something with it Okay?
later when you're Off on your Own
consider it and we'll talk again
very Soon. Back to the Story, French
Quintessential unaccustomed to an
distinterested Listener, you are More
Idol than Inspirant on the Topic. Get
a Clue before you Speak to me With Un-
French Expectations. J'e comprende!
Internal Women’s National Day:


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Militantes Una TinkerBell MeChistA con Alas a Sonar on my Disneyland Curtains

(Internal Colony Women's Day)

Tryn'a write a Rhyme to my MeChistas
out There and I Hope they're Listening to it.
LaLaLaLaLa I love You, I Do
my September 16th'ers. Ya Estufas.
Chill the F-out. Tio, me da la Llave
para la Troka? (tiene que ir a Sus
Clases--ay sta tu Lonche y Lavate
esa Cara) ....She says that was Handled.
Can everyone just calm down a Second?
Stress Stress Stress Stress S T R E S S
Tinkerbell we Call her That don't ask why.
Why not you brought it Up. Tell the Story.
When I was little I had a Blanket...




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in its Image he cast his Angelic Eyes, Matthew Pincus TO You!

Independent Studies, my Gardenias
ripped from View: Oh no, their Vision was Joy
to my Eyelight I listen from Afar.
I try to keep things in their FlowerPots
on a Window Shelf still in my Memory.
I’m sort of Wondering how Well and Good
and Transcendent you’ve Become since I Last
saw the Face that appeared in Your Drama?
You asked me and I returned: What’s Beauty?
Who said it Best when he said Beauty is Defiance
Of Authority, Or Kind Playwright of Beauty Hope
Springs Eternal. America as Blue
as Kushner depicted and Revised in its Image
he cast his Angelic Eyes, Matthew Pincus TO You!



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Movie Stars are my Favorite Gentlemen:Woody Harrelson at the Sit-In for Peace

I remember the way he FLirted, what's his name?
Woody Harelson when we were Holding it Down
at the Administration Building against War.
He brought FOod and Water and Chatted Nice
and Smooth, no Lechery, not Stucked Up
with a Stick High in his Miserable Gaze.
Movie Stars are my Favorite Gentlemen:
Next to Nic Cage comes Woody -- I've never
seen one of his Movies. What can I say?
I don't Play. I don't Play unless in Charge.
Like this Verse here all Relieved of Trauma
that says, "One day of Depression
You can expect it. But in the Future
it all Gets Better and Better. It might
Return but don't worry about that Now.
There's nothing you can to Prevent It.







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She is More than a Hero: Marisol Valle NI UnA MAS SEm AnU IN

The Gringo will say "That's Hot Stuff"
and think of her Silken Blouse
when he Shouldn't be doing It. But since
it's a Man's World and SHE's just A WHORE,
Free Speech doesn't Apply to Her
and UnDeclared Wars have no Refugees.
This is Authority for Authority's Sake
talking (and I'm a PhD) Wherein the Lab
I generalize on specializations
and specialize in Generalizations.
A Common Parlance of Misogyny.
And along comes a Cockroach named Valle,
a Valley of Mary's Light a Guadalupana
BirthRight, What does a Genius like You Do
with Sincerity to be a Woman in Knight's Armors.
Undestructible are those Laurels and Sheathes
that Speak to the Singers in Silent Melody,
an Internal Rhythm for an Outward VIbration:
That in the Arms of a Saint of Saints,
Women be Freed of Hate Rage and Violence
by Idea, by Contract, by Whatever Paper
Invalid it is! Invalid its Birth:
I take Life from Death and give it to Her,
a Police Chief in Mexico when None
others Applied for the Job. Heroine?
SHe is More than a Hero, C/s








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WHen the Mechistas Get here: La Veterana

When the MEChistas Get Here
Then we’ll be Talking.
The Centers will Lose funding
They might! We represent
a Savings yet they Value
us for our Silk, Suave hair
styles, Saints forsaken
and Repossessed.

Chuquito que te Pasa
das Tantas Vueltas
en un Hilo de Cariño
a cada Una de las Rucas?
Me vale saber como
te defiendes llegando
a la Casa. Ya Estufas c/s

It’s not about ThAT
Pendejos gringos
With there “This”
And “That”
No one Wants
A Sale
In your Hoods
Or Showtimes.

He better stay
Away from Me
That’s all I have
To say
About
That.

It’s MECha
Territorio
Ya Estufas

Corazon
Mio
Mándeme
por contra-historia
un Baile bien hecho.

Que hasta ahora
Ni un Valso
Siquiera
me encuentro,
La Veterana


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Latinas de Letras de Fin Desarrollo: Harlem to Pomona Love of Raging Loves

Behold these Truths are Self-Evident
(Poetically speaking) "It's not Easy to Speak"
with a Half-Wit in Drag of Detritus.
"I will wear my Robe to Introduce Me:
the Philosopher without but a Stitch
(of Hair, that is) The rest is some Rubbish,
an Article so profound in some Giberrish
more Sonnet than Deus. But of Evil
mental Torture of Language, and Sadly
for You, my Oppressor, it's My Country
you've Entered. Your Originality,
Null? An Entire Career made of Ash
in a Crematorium of Freedom
and RedWhiteBlue People. Guess what? I'm here
to Start the Castration OedithPen!
Drive on like a Horse of Freedom and Verse!
Ya Estufas! Qu'est que c'est? Your time is Up.
Your Diapers Dirtied in Evidential
Unchaste, Uncivil, Hate, Rage, INCEST
on Humanities drugged bruised Beloved
as of Toni Morrison's Secret shot
Straight to the Vein: Soy Musa Boricua
(I wish it at Times to be there Within
Odilia, my Lesbian Laurels so Fine:
Salma Hayek is the Mexican One
of a Sauce part Rhythm part Call me Up
but Stay far Away in Harlem, my Love.
And by this Romance of Ours, on your Lap
I will Set. You will Feel me There I'm sure.
To Odilia, the Aude of an Ode: "Don't
you Wish you had me but you Can't even
stand in my Subway or any Bridge of
New York. (Yes, I got the Memo: no Gangsta
in here only Proper Grammar and Phrase
of Fine Polish) Her Toe Nails Painted
in a Hughes Digitales (whaddup tu?
Langston Hughes?) Dem Profs at Universipap
are Reinventing the Rack? It is called
"EVIDENCE INQUIRY." (by a Hack Anthropologist
and as such of Great Renown, the Knife
from Behind) In other Words, of a Club
of Insufficient and Improper Beings
(you can't call them Men, or Women). Request
for that was Denied by a Poet Dead
and Come Alive by a Sonnet: Ya Estufas!





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Queer Freedom for Love Rages

In Less Words
than that last
Hurricane...

You got the East
and I got the West
Let's take it

Down in Fine Letters.

I love Odilia
so it is Best
I remain
in Califas

in Califas
but also with her
in a Drama
of Love Rages
Queer Freedom!






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Muse’s Favorites. Wear them Proudly Craft, E D I T H.

The Muses Proceeded with Discussion
Concerning the Desire to Avenge
A Daughter of Verse. Ovid’s Seminar
Was Held Beneath a Tree of that Red Bruised
Fruit: Pomegranate at Once and Forever,
I consumed you without Caution, J’accorde.
“I-I thought I needed Food to Survive.”
You see that’s where you made a Big Mistake
and is the Raison D’etre of the Poem
you will Fashion in Exchange for each Wound,
its Flowers, Roots, Shoots, and Blooms. Remember
you will not Taste its Nectars. Remember
Dream Daughter. I am the True Mother Lode,()
a Wealth of Laurels to Propagate, Let
them Contain Each of your Muse’s Favorites.
Wear Proudly of Craft, E D I T H.



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a Salvageself-made, sir Jones and the Entire of Mirth, Ni Una Mas.

Museprints, Embossed in Solid Gold Diamond
Sterling Mint Words. The UN-suicide Verse.
Humans please hear me. It is your LifeLine,
Why, why, why Else would we be Hear if Words
were not Meant to Stop Wars? With Justice Stressed
into Realizations for Mercy.
Undo that Crime on Jara, Neruda--
Break Not the Hearts of America NO
don't do That. I can see that its Designs
pass through your Mind for I am Different, I
speak a Rhythm you don't think you Know. Let
Go of your Distaste of your Memory.
You will need it to come to Your Senses.
Verses for Yourself, a Salvage self-made:
Jones and the Entire of Mirth, Ni Una Mas.






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Love Got me Going like a Fat Gold Watch: Love for my Femmes Blew the Whistle Loud!

Sappho why do you Dwell in such Verses?
The Universe was not made in a Poem.
It was Emptied in a Vase, A Vasquez
complete with Tools to Fight all the Horrors
of Intellectual Femicide, Suppress
the Fat Whore, Follow her Home, Slash all her
Papers, her Books, her Blooms, her Breaths.
We will not have this. No Not Will not Have.
The Dumpsters Have Arrived, the Poisonous
Chambers of Hate, Rage, and Dull Indolence.
Enterprising Votes and Vetoes for a One Drop
Authority? Take Two. Each Iamb Slug
makes a Deep Goo in Calculable Meows.
A Kitty for Me a Kitty for You
even BEtter Yet if we Utilize
the Silent Tnelis BibliotzKrieg None
will Philosophize on Garbage from DownLow
(you know she's a Poet? Sensitive Hoe.





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African Musa, The BackWindow View through a Dolphin's Eyes

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CLICK A POEM CLASS OF 2012: A Revolt in Rhymes to A-Pack-o-Lipstick Lesbians Youth c/s

This Sonnet is a Click Away.
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AmericanSappho:How I Found the Dream Act Pentameter: Ten Year Rhythm Dou...

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Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls of Deep Oysters Imagined and Consumed with Love.

When Justice comes to Dance with Dreams, I will
not Ask, "Why so Long in Arrival?" Yet,
I grow Restless to Throw it Too Hell
in the Aftermath of Crimes and Misdeeds
Passed Over and then Remembered Again
in Alphabetic Dramas. A Sin Fin
that SLows Not nor Rests for a Minute. Dang!
I am so Obsessed with Freedom's Verses, Poems
now and Then, who can Say it? Who can Judge?
Is that the Muse who Wants Sweet, Hot, Salt, Strong
CounterTastes all Combined in a Big Nothing
at All? A Food to a Goddess who Pains
my Head with her Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls
of Deep Oysters Imagined and Love Consumed.



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Made in the Manners with which Histories are Told.

Persons of Personhood and not Haterage:
this Building with Plus de Mal awful Bane,
Misuse, Greed, Lust, Avarice. Now what What?
Your Entrails I will Needs must Re-Arrange?
I see there has arrived the Marauders.
Did they not take Cautions from Doormen's Sighs?
How many Omens and Assignations did they Spurn
as Improbable and Impossible
Cautiously Optimistic Diatribes
on Whores in Disguise as Professors? Where
do such Ilks find a Reason to Subsist.

Those Cooks Maids Lessers Sex Slaves and Servants
have Balls where most Men don't, to Speak Out Pride
has no Language it will not Master Made
in the Manners with which Histories are Told.








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Poetic High Flirt Alert a mis Amorcitos Estudiantes y Estudiantiles (Maribel, Ed, y Edith) I.Emperio

I too Feel a Clash of Civilized BOOM
Society. It Hardly Beats at All.
Hearts of America que Estufas? Your
Amnesia excuse? It don't Play no More
Bitches! Women who hate other Women!
And you call her a Shero? You do? Phew!
That was a Funky Ass Nightmare, Dreamers--
my Little Daddies and Mommies and Chaste Ones
Straight up Queer Dreamer do Tell us Secrets
for this Formulae you Be Brewing? Je se Quois
y se Quien es mi Don y Yo su Madrina, Maestra
ya no Mas. Vieja en Las Harmonias de Edades
sin Limite: Hacia el Futuro NiSoldados
niNadaense sin Papeles, Odisseus. La Musa
Edithea esta Aqui en Tu Papel Picadito
les voy con lo que Pueda en Palabra
a Romper y Romper y Romper y Reversar
para Gozarlo Muchas Veces: Espuma Palabraica
Mas Ideal y Cadente--Seres denme Otra
Cosa y lo Quemo entre Palabras de Fuerza
Militantes de Paz hacia la Nuestra Raza
Liberada en Total Amnistia de Espiritu
para Taparle de Nuevo los Ojos a Cupido:
Yo soy de el Que me Ama mi Feroz Pasion c/s










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The wonders of women like RIhanna: By Fact and Memory, I am Number 1!

The wonders of women like RIhanna
So how is it possible a Woman
such as her can be abused and Stellar,
that is a SuperStar in Make-Up, Heels,
costumes designed with Intricate Measure
like a Sonnet part Outcry part WarSong.
The Survivor takes no Prisoners. FIrst
and Foremost is her Estilo de Pensar,
there are no Surprises in Store for She
has seeded to her Future SElf, when By
AstralTravel she was Enabled to Preview
the Program and Gain Full Perspectives:
Message, Method, Meticulous Records.
By Fact and Memory, I am Number 1!






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No Woman No Cry: Pain of the Slave's Body

Oooooo
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
I remember when we Used
To sit in the Classrooms
Unwanted Mexicans, Poor
Kinds on Financial Aid.

Dry your tears
No woman no cry
Little darling don’t shed Tears
Strength is the Way
Trouble just Happens
No woman no cry
No woman no cry

That’s not good
Don’t talk about it
Anymore. I have no
Words to say, sister.
The Grief is too large
To subside. “I- I- I
Will Speak of it,
As Williams said:

“If I see ruin for myself and all that I hold dear…
I see also through the lips and tongue and mouth
The Power to Speak of IT!”

The Pain of the Slave’s Torture.





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A Weakened Bully Now Slayed by Sappho Head Lowered Not

What is this your flower?
A freckle near its stem
that foregrounds no Image,
none at all, Narcissus?

All along that Mirror
which Kept its Lines bereft
of Beauty I reject
for my Studies of Verse...

This this is the Mark marked
Embossed Monument
on Very Kind Women
we Might have been for One

and for Others. There lies
the Tendon of a Full
Authority, Theory,
Premise and Event, Lost

not when never Assumed
more than the Worst Esteems
cast at me through Hate-Rage,
a Weakened Bully now Slayed.





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Poetics 101 : The Structural Axes

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A Mother of Verse SHould not Threaten Unless Ready to Deliver a Consequence c/s

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Youth Freedom of Muses, Edithically Submitted

it is an acerbic comic of a fictional mental sewage society, it is a scatological sequence of late colonial Independence fictional novel tone, Benjamin Franklinbonics is what I’m talking About

Not Beat not without CounterRhythm MeeM..
No Lullabies Required, Subconscious.
Poets, Little Lambs, Dreamers, FlimFLammers, Youth—
I got a WonderfulEthidic Desire
to see Freedom of your Visions: Hopeful,
Optimistic or To Hell With It Then! C/s
Mis Zorros mis “It’s our Right to have Free Speech”
Thespians, Social Guardians of Thought,
A Pause ( ) A Parentheses for precision
for Diminuitions of Verse by an Edith,
A Fat Writing Teacher whose Wand Showers
the Clovers of Verse with Rose Waters
and ABC’s….OrganicaPala
braica Vazquez a Tu Poeservicio.


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Emily Perverted by Similar Patterns of Verse in Hallways of Sound

Emily, I keep Trying to Rescue
Your Image in the Towers of Plain
Skirted Hallways disguised as Nappies
of Punk-Ass Patriarchal Professors
stewed in Privilege's High Colon
Position. The Death of Ideas is Second
cousin to what I Perceive, I know
My Rights--They were Earned as a Servant
to Verses. They used to Live Quietly
inside of Me, por Adentro, mi Musica
de Edith me lo Rompieron. Sere Sere
Pinata de Adorno Metaforicamente, Arbol
de Ninez, que fue Crece y Crece
hasta a su Manera Unica de Indocumentada
La Princesa RapunZel Zeta Y Alpha Poesia
un Origin Transcendiente y REALIZADO.




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A Spark of Lizbeth

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Las Madres Oaxaquenas: A Spark of Lixbex La Lizbeth, Lizzle, DreamDaughters of Women Indigenous

a continual Well of LoveVolatile
condensed and SUbdued in Grace, Flowers,
the Traditions of Enternal Radiance,
a Lizzle, A SParkle of Cosmic Clarity,
Might in Suppression Reversed Dubbed
RePlanted Tended to with Night Oils
of Moods so Intense is her Craft
of Self-Making a Femme, Stitching
a Cloth designed as a Guelaguetza
that was Missed but Appearing Again
and Again ....where have we Arrived, Sonnet?
The beginning resumes Every Turn Past Our
Dial: Chance of Wheel you are More Merciful
than a Senator who his Gluttony he Spurs.





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Dialectics Against Sexual Reverse ImpropeReview.oetry Versus Sexual Harassment: The Weasel, MzFrizzle, Hermione, Mz. We...

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Why I love Mz Frizzle Versus Sexual Harassment

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Sappho Versus Sexual Harassers Cultural Decline

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To JMB: An Assignment of Luxury of Cognition, a Chance for thinking High Caliber

an assignment: this poem is a love poem. it is written then expanded so the text has a patterning. Patterns are everywhere "Insects are All Around Us" Mark wrote. The presence of a music, an audioscene as you're driving Juan Manuel B. What is the difference between this---transcripted poem-upset of margins--and the 10 beat plus 14 lines sonnet? There is a statistic but no Anthropollywog can find it. For this is too much for their abilities to fathom for it is not evidence of anything as glorious as their shit. (This was a private letter out to Long Beach. If you read and disapproved, you wandered into a discussion.)


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To My LIttle Daddies: Undocumented Gay Youth and Flocks of my Brothers, a Shepherd Edith

Oh Shiz what I am doing? No one will read this. WHo cares it is still taking place anyhow. Let me gather a circle and say nothing at all. But center the voice of the youth in my Soul. There it is as golden as the Sparks of light in the Pupils of Jesus, in his Sleek Stagger to the Mic, his "Cut" Pose to keep us on Time. Time Management par excelence I wish I had that Mind!
For I can't walk across the Room without Getting Lost.
Ay Dios mio if I can't read a Map or Understand my Left from my Right. Somehow, I'll arrive and SOmehow I'll survive and Somehow I will put all of my Faith in these Kiddos. I will like Juan Gomez-Quinones stand at the Corner of 5th and Grande Vista and see what he Did:
a History FOrthcoming from his Barrel Chest, Chinito, Moreno, ojos Indios, Juan Horacio Gomez Vasquez Quinones y Morris. And such Love for my Brothers takes Singular Precedence in Him, David who Evon Claimed without One Degree ANgle, Anglo Sajon es mi Padre y Mira que ANgelito es El, que Sonyador, que Heroe sin Fin y en Jesus bautizado un Rubio Poetito, Mi Papa Evon C.This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Poets for Spring to Emerge we Counter Violence with Verse.In its Wind the Door Sees it has Swung.

Sappho only Six at the Time
arose to her Studies
with a Deepening
Submersion in Thought
Hide she would her Mind
from the knowledge
of Others Save her
Students to Whom
her like was
Dedicated.
To Them, a Teacher
must Never Expect
of her Students What
she Herself Could
not Do
were it her Choice
instead of Being
with You, Youth.
And so Sappho
turned where Only
most Desperate
Worries are Laid,
in Words Words Words
of all Flavors,
Pollens, and Brines.
Thus is now Sappho
who founds
a School
of Poets
for Spring to Emerge
we Counter-
Measure our Verse.
By its Wind
the Door Knows
it has Swung.




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I Rein in Freedom. I'm Edith at Last.

Excuse me Pardon moi
I'll just be a Seck.
Moist words are no Luck
for a Poet of Dry
syntax. A Stacking
Stone. One plus One
and I am cutting
my Reins Free:
I Gallop toward Freedom.
Away from the Moss
to build a new wall
and shelter my home.
I'm Edith at Last.










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An Authentic Life in the Fringes: A Philosophical PriceTag and a Gun

An Authentic Life in the Fringes,
Oh La La La I'm a Modern among
Primitives Pesky Mental Monsters,
their Supreme Reasons, Rationales,
and Investments of False Dogmas
in Sound Alpbabetique! A CrapLoad
of Viliterate Venereal Vices
in Suppression of Purpose and Reason
Imagination is Prone to Sovereign
Souls whose Internal Worth has no Price
Tag that's not Paid in Currency
based on Morals Actions. Silence A Gun?
You're wearing some Floods from Crotchedy
Squalors of 20 Cent Pipe Streams.
Defiendennse en la Frontera donde
el Permiso fue Violado por el Femicidio
Mounstro Malicioso Sin Caridad. Ya Estufas







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the goblin is hiding in verses green Hermione turns time in reverse to learn Vast curriculum of magic til the day from all her musings, she fills a cup of justice for herself.

the goblin is hiding
in verses green
Hermione
turns time back
in reverse
to learn Vast
sciences
of magic
til the day
from all her
musings, she
fills a cup
of justice
for herself.








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A Triple Axle like Mary Lou Retton: The Gymnast of Poems

Like






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Hey Xicanos and Indigenas Let's Pray for Adam Yauch, an Indigenist by Marriage and Philosophy. ALl people are Human. I said it True Wise by Edith

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To Adam Yauch, a Skater or Two: Humane Human Youth Male Freedoms Straight Queer Undecided Chaste. A SUper Pro at Everything You! c/s

Here's to the Youth to my Neffs,
hijos, Children, young Men, my Dear
Loves: (and all their Sisters
they Protect, guide, Love, Care
Infinitely For: These are Cuipds
with Wide Bright-Eyed Experience
Pre-Destined toward Social Love
for One Another and all Femmes:
We are the Children of Poets desde Ayer!
We have Precedence Betrayed full Ripe
Well and with Styles of Skaters. Oro
Divino Tesoro de Juventud, Riquezas
de Hombrecillos hechos Heroicos:
AB540, Public, Peurile, Pubile,
Anorexic of Melodrama, Disciplined
Exile from De-Beautified Altars:
Humane Human Youth Male Freedoms
Straight Queer Undecided Chaste.
A SUper Pro at Everything You! c/s




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Drinking from the Cup of Freedom

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THe Muse Speaks so I Can't Comb my Hair: Hurry Up so I can get Going

THE MUSE SPEAKS SO I CAN"T COMB MY HAIR










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Oh! I'm a Failed Painter so I'll Shop Indian Art

Oh! I'm a Failed Painter so I'll Shop
Indian Art and tell them Whose Good,
Bedded, and Better. For I'll work for some
Misogynist Purposes which Grant
me all of My Privileges and my Perks.
I'll give EggSquirt Testimonies on Art:
how best to Rationalize Some Genocide,
A Little Digging in Dirt. Ug! Baskets!
What are they Worth to me? A Pedigree?
I can name my Slides after my Warts!
I can call myself a Historian. (Snap!)
MY my Silly Cute Ass, ---it's so Enjoyed
by my Female Students. (...one Day I'll
need em Younger for It's Complicated)
I'll just call up Old Al if I get Caught.


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Those Poor Ableists I Beat them Up with One Rhyme! c/s

Mirror Mirror on the Hall
who is that creeping along
your Wall? Is it the Hunter
sent for her Heart is it his
problem he can't get Hard
unless he is doing it with
paid women, subordinates,
all by force for the Lust
of Strange Sugars
dyed Unlike a Calaca
as all Time Eternal:
a Colonized aspiring to Lick
the Crumbs with another
False Humanities Degree.
Collectors can Pass
as the Real Thing
for it is Clearly seen
by Many California
Indians that Anus
is an Anthropollywog
of the Kind most Favored
in a WoggyLand of Half-Equals
advantaged against Oppressed
women. My What a Hero!
(and a ShitFreak...Watch
how he Twitched
when asked to Judge
"a Real Indian"
from Another).
Yet spoke he did
as an Eggspert."
Future Offspring
in Dirt and Slime.
Moderns you Aren't
not Ever Could Be:
U just a Anthropollywog
with Questionable
and Half-Cracked
Alliances.
EHEHEHEHEHecatl.
A Double Major
in Farts and Peeing
brought to You
by Shit Overteeming
Marketed by Foxes
uh dat's da dingbat
we talkin' Bout
and A Hater of Brown Women
who she Keeps from Succeeding
by Improperly Worn
Clothing, Not Butch Not Femme
and "there's no There There."
Look it Up: It was Spoken
by Gertrude Stein. DUH!






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In the VaudeVille Fringes: Heil Hitler in Savage Diminutions by PoeAtomic Force Ya Estufas! c/s

NAZI NAZI DISAPPEARING MYTHIC TELL-TALE
There's Eyes in the Hills of Racial Hate Rage.
They see the Horrors of Grim Perverts, Creeps
and Vamps of Envy, that is Your Spine There?
Mindabilifious is it the Under-The-Belt Men?
The Incompetent Rivals and Squelched, Dried
Muses with Anger Management Failures
Distaste with their Name's Uses. Gold or Poop
they disdain such Ambivalences. Token or Die!
Oh Hell No I won't! I will Survive and Place
the Knife at the Delivery System where Fecal
Agents most Thrive: "Quit Denying your Pedo!"
She who smelled you knew you Dealt it! One
last line and I'm Finished, the Door has Opened!






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Assassins of Peace, Love, and Measure

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Dyslexia Unbound!

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