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

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. 

La Llorona Drops By My Lyrical Hoes

Leave me alone. I’m just writing poems.

Nothing illegal here, nothing at all,

but scribing for my people is all I’m

capable of, not much else after all

Yo, I'm just another lyrical Hoe,

a half breed Mexican Indian whew,

a historical non-entity, shrew,

whatteva. When it all comes down again,

I’ll remember the slight annoyances,

the tongue depressor inside of my mouth,

woman-of-coloreds are so desirable.

A haunting female is crossing the page.

She's my madrina. Her cries are mine
and this--my territory to avenge her.

My Dude is Straight Jealous of President Obama

My Dude is straight Jealous of Obama,
knows for years I WAS anti-Government.

Other Politicians, go to Hell, *J*

*K* I don't know what I'm doing but got to

Keep going.  I'm Hopeful again. George

Bush is Over.  I'm the Middle Child

and got my attention by spinning thread

or I'd do it from Dire boredom. Spin

it on my finger, thread, hair, pine string,

yarn I didn't care what it was as Long

as it Twirlled. I watched my Mother Threading

Bobbins and Needles and I worshipped Her

fashionable Spanglish like an Angel

She is so Immense. She's not Human. She

does not Covet your Position, she's an

Immigrant and She's an Indian. How so?

Those words are Opposed by Definition.

(No senorito, they're Not)

Enter the Virgen---(Uhhh! it's not about that)

Don't apply your Opinion.  My Mother

Gives the Mold and Makes the Material.

She is Exquisite, Senor, I'm not Worth

less. The Game is a Metaphysical

Perhaps a Cosmological Spectre.

There's a Reason you do what you Do.

It’s not Freaky because it’s not Untrue.

There’s an Angry narcissist in Most Myths

Across the World Let’s Have a Look.  Oh Boy,

It’s Not very Good news.  The only Cure

For the Egotist is the Luchador’s

Pleasure to Remove.  Is it made of  Leather?

Back to the Picture:  You see that Mountain

Out over there? I am Emotionally

Pulled by the Contours of Retrospect Oh!

My, My! Soy Rokokokera I’m an

Original and an atypical

Neurologically I’m a Different.

These are the Words that work to Ostracize:

Weird, Insane, Loca, Incompetent, Ill.

How it Hurts worse than Rihanna’s Bruises,

Verbal Abuse is the Hard First Rule, Ay!

of Civil Rights Violator's Tools~Mob

Authority Against Metrical Change.

Shoo Shoo Said Meg, You Don’t Know Me. Never

Have and I’ve Never Seen You Either Too.

ReVersereVeR: Poetry is Free

for Burciaga who Cracked the Pin~ata

I’m no Different when I spin.  This is Me.

And now I’d like to try Another Rip.

Take the Word Reverse and Draw it Backwards.

Zing!!  It has a ring and it's Bilingual.

>Reverse Sever ReverseveR Reverse<

The line is Rotating Backwards and Pulling

a Meaning it Pushes as it Loops Thru.

That’s Centrifugal Force--It Lives in You!

Combine the Spinning Words--Up,there you Go,

Up on the Curb.  Weeeee Poetry! The Rap

of our Humanity isn't Private

Property! So come Gentle Gente, Free

or Undocumented, Young and All, Miss-

Labled Tambien.  We are the Poetry

Peeps, Sheeps, and Keepers.  You might Say

we are Pastoral Singers. That’s good Too.

WheehW are Equipped with Technical GLee

by Internal Reversal. Go Use IT!

Transcendentalists in adVerse SeptemIams--For Sor Juana and the WCW's

Transcendentalists in Free Verse SeptemIams (Yes, Dr. Williams, it’s Yours)

Twenty Lines

Removed from the library, I go to the computer screen.

I’m going to say it with 10 Count them 10 sounds

Across—Actually, this is a 14 sound line.  Let’s

Call it the septemeter~~~Wooow, doesn’t it sound something

like September?  tWO WOrds not Particularly Pretty,

see how you can actually cut off letters with a Knife?

So you say that’s a metaphor, these Words aren’t Really

Cut by Nine Knives. I've been Advised that we should get a sense

of how your Ego is Handling this?  Are you Over
Reacting again? What is it Anger? Or Violence
unstrung beyond your Reasoning.  Hate and Fury Precede

WitchHunts, Book Burnings, Censure, and Such.There are some very

Small players in Miniature Dollhouses.  They need Cover.

Such Fine Actors of Hysteria are Vain Uncivil
Educated pawns. They are Multiple 1’s all in Line.
Trigger it And they will Circle, play at Victimizing
fun.  The Silly BoyaBoys Network possesses its Very
own Nifty Vengeance Button. This is where a Damned good
Education Dulls the Bludgeon for they would not wish to
be Caught at it, the Coats, Shirts, and Neckties who throw the Blows.

Confidential Ad Hoc Report of Higher Education Barrios.

We take no Prisoners, not even That.

Literature informs us, Philosophy

too, and our Social Science Data

has Confirmed it Qualitatively. We

ask ourselves, What’s Efficiency to Us

We are the University! We're Green

with Opportunities for Luster.

Libraries are Austere. Let’s Pretend

we’re Working, Hide Out in Here and Devise

a Way to Keep Them Down, Suppress Freedom

is the Easiest Way. We’re not too Hot

for Exertions, Unless...Can We Advance?

Yes, We Can!" Signed, Suppressors Ad Hoc

Committee Report on Higher Ed Barrios. 

Yeah, we’re Facebook Poets, America: To My Buddies B.R., Francisco, Alma,

Yeah, we’re Facebook Poets, America.
We don’t own no Bookstores or Publishing
Houses. What do those Companies know
about Literature when all they do is
Pander to the past? James Joyce was awesome
because he’d understand. Imaginations
don’t believe in Limits. They go Fast, Fast,
Fast and Tire with Rehearsing what has
already been Said over and again.
Poor minds, they’d rather just focus on what’s
easier at times to grasp. But that don’t
mean we wouldn’t like some artistic change.
Not everything should be packaged for cash
then left to fill the Sales Bins before
turning into trash. How ‘bout we just post
a poem that consumes no paper, no gas
It says a few things but creates no waste
which poisons our Water and Kills our Taste.