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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Falling into Infinity: Who am I Rhyme?

What can’t be learned in School is how to mend
the ragged-edges and their carnage, Peace
that has no Precedent is worth War’s Cease.
Why else would we be born if not amend

one Stripe of Matter buoyant, a faucet
Which dispenses what it compenses:  Ruth,
for manifestness, a benevolence,
kinder Measure for a Poem that must 

desist from its Same Self Stimulation
effervesced across Expansive Canvas,
a Hot Air Balloon arisen at last
forwardly frosted Ad Infinitum

who am I that I have no Sentience
and Yet I rhyme and yet I omniscient?

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Friday, May 6, 2011

sustancias ajenas a su sopla: Abuela

Grande Señora Paula, my Madre,
Yo le escribo a Ústed estas lineas
que es como faltarle el respeto
Gloriosa Ojos llenos de Horizontes,
espero justificar un Poem y pedirle
una Prueba de que todo hubo para
algo, algo inesperado
de haberla Vista unas Veces Más
para llenar muchos libros con su Ser,
su imágen, su dulzura. Sonriente,
y con toda la litanía del sufrir
por ser India sin tierra menos
es la pérdida que siente el VientoAire
por sustancias ajenas a su Sopla.

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Thursday, May 5, 2011

Mother

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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

APache and Our Fencelessness

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No don't raise the Veil on Death

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Somehow Across a Velvet Window

http://www.scribd.com/doc/54547122/Somehow-Across-a-Velvet-Window

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A Thought, Vogue, Style: Odilia's Harlem

As I listen to Aretha Franklin,
“Spanish Harlem,” and remember those days
in La Habana when Odilia called
and woke me up before I’d left the dais.
“Be here in half an hour. Room 19”
We could sense a different way of doing
things with confidence for lover’s nothings.
Did I have like my Lady Oh, a way
to describe a Thought, a Vogue, a Style,
she’d know its weakest point and errors. IF
there could be a way to rid ourselves more
and more of the degradation of Slaves.
“I refuse to work where I can’t be WHO
I am, Spanish Harlem Reprised.” GENIUS.


Las CHicas in Harlem true are Steady.
I recall it well when I was there, LOW,
A Lowrider White as a wedding Dress.
I’d like to get married once (twice) a Day,
and linger in chosen childlessness.
And for all the little girls out there grown
Smarter with each complication, and prone.
She’s making something so incredible
of me.  She is the muse of the Sacred
Art of Woman helping Woman. “Edith,
you are so ….I see why you’re a writer.
And how being the way you are is bad
for you but works in literature.” AGAIN,
if it weren’t for Odilia now, Pains


Pains como los de Vallejo, ay de mí.
When I complained, she knew what knowing was.
A retort to stop the downward plunge of THOUGHT.
“I’m surprised when my friends have these nervous
Breakdowns…If it were cancer, she’d fight it.”
Finer points of being Ghetto-untouched,
Un-squandered, un-colonized, with Odilia.
No sentiment belongs to the gutters.
“I jogged past the dead, the cracked-out, BRUTAL.
Still, there is a part of Harlem in every layer:
As justice grows in its elusiveness,
It also becomes more attainable.
My thesis to Odilia and her Verse:
She knows all of the answers by her ART.
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Monday, May 2, 2011

An Elf of Beauty's Best Defiance

 I knew when I was just a Thought a poem
Might come of me, a Fragrant hint of Glee,
A Magic Smile of Radiant Hues
Inspires me to spin the Wheels Green
of language and its ending sounds, a Glove
that sheds from its own skin, A Hand to Write
even when it’s Clunky or lacks A lot,
it’s still a Poem, a Vintage Form of Love
that drives the Car of Verse’s Elegance,
truth, detail, filigree and function.
And like a medieval Synechdoche
For a Female Knight of Chivalry
Best represented by her Script, I signed.
Here Scribed an Elf of Beauty’s Great Defiance.
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Rousing sleeping Beauty

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A Word can Make a Butterfly

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A Sonnet Lessened, Theoretically

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For Tears That Fall Forever Even Now

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Princess and P for Poet

Princess and a P for Poet 


There was once a princess and a P. But
her job wasn’t to sleep the night away
complaining of her sensitivity.
She gave herself to ruptures come from Cuts
into her flesh to break the bonds were made
for her specifically. It wasn’t HATE.
Emotions are so easy to contain.
But it was a literal way to HOPE.
A new emergence from within her own:
Harm no one. Harm none. Become a Poet.
With the blade of memory and the hand
of carpenters, Cut into the Fibers.
  
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Women Working Life and Love

Women working hard at life and self-love.
For I am both able to care and help
and keep looking for more to make a world
that’s better for each day that I live, well,
it’s gotta to be a good one, it’s my job.
I don’t know when I became the only
one watching out for me, myself, and I.
But if that’s how it’s going to be for
a while, then I better get some poems
written. Like this one here I fear it’s bad.
A terrible and wasted time was had.
at the lines of female oppression
which are the only means I can let go
of all that I have bottled up inside.

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May Trust for Working Women : to the domesticated workforce

To all my sisters working in the field
who may be told as I was told:  Choose now!
The choices were impossibly unkind
and none was very good at all to grow
without one entitlement owed to her
or mercy. None will believe that its true.
That whatever portion of power earned
like Nikki Diaz, domestic worker
and surrogate to Meg Whitman, a gal
she'd be a lady if she had a heart
instead of just a golden emperor.
If a life sentence of oppression still
weren’t enough, they also hate and rage
at us since we can do it better, AGE.

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