Peace, Women, Bliss, Clouds

Beautiful daybreak written in cloudpuffs,

If I speak to you through the trees, will you

Respond? Will you tell of where you’ve come from

and how are things over that way padam

padam padam Will you tell me of it

and when I grow, I’ll remember my youth,

spent chasing rainbows through anchored

down hallways, over staircases, and cruel

mockeries. And now that I return in a spiral

engraved with reverse quantities of bliss

bliss that springs from every tip of Life count

of unlimited numerals, Love, Pride, Peace,

Dignity for my People, women, girls,

in the Borderlands States and POET’S RIGHTS.

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

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!




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

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



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

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.


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

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







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

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

Like






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.

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.

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.

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. 

when all her Oppressors Claimed their Tokens.She is more than a Hero who Stands Strong

--for Dolphin P and Dolphin E 

She is more than a Hero who stands Strong
against the Vicissitudes of the Mind
that Push and Pull and Scatter all her Songs--
their Rhymes, Muses, and Sacraments.
Where, where have all the Puzzle Pieces Gone?
Why, why, why have the Sonnets become Changlings--
swapped at Birth by their Treasonous Brothers?
She is more than a Hero with Siblings
gone Berserk to seek their Submissive Shade.
Afraid, they Forgot their own Primary
obligation: to Fair Play on Level
Grounds! Those! where I was Hunted by their Hounds!
She is more than a Hero who Stands Strong
when all her Oppressors Claimed their Tokens.

Little Girl Christ born in Emergency's HoursFrom this Vantage a Pa PaNoRama a Clear Spring of Changing Times can be Heard.

From this Vantage a Pa PaNoRama

where Water SPrings can Changing times be Heard.

--LIttle girl Christ born in Emergency's Hours:

"Things weren't always this Way. Yes, they were

Disappointing but SomeThings ... Well I've not  

seen Things like them before:   Explanations

for the kinds of sickness are in a book

that describes all of the requirements  
and the Onsets of Symptoms." 


"but Who knows

how to help so they don't do that again?" 


 Well, the Patients have to have Treatments
and Illness is evolving every day.


(The DSM Manual is updated periodically)


Count down from ten. Return to your Meadow.
You can even write a Poem to the Girl.

you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

I recreate what You say by no Choice
of mine. Wouldn't I rather be Free as Birds
of all Stripes and Colors? See my Feathers:
They were burned in Attacks that forced my Voice.
Violeta, Sylvia, Delmira, Julia,
mis Hembras soy de su tribu AmorSer
Libre de la Tristeza Oscura ser martir
del Mundo en que mi Madre fue Esclava
So, here I am, my window half-Blinded
to endure the truths of Burning Energy
that Incinerates the humble Refuge-
seekers. That is my Trouble with you, Crude
Insensitive World, by your Mighty Shots
you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

The Token as Sex Worker as Defied: I Said I am Versed by Association C/S

Not likely, what do you mean? Who are you
to speak of Ideas? How dare you! You
believe you are my Equal? Bend over,
use proper procedure, stay silent where
it concerns the Gentlehuman  Males
who want Some ASS. (THAT--that? that's not even
what Nietzsche said! NO, NO, I don't want
the Job. I hate this situation and
you, you posed as a Friend, you knew my sons....)
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" he Stared at my Groin.
SEX or Else." Who is in Authority?
but Heathens and culture Vultures. Ethick
ewwwllll Knowledge. There are Liberties, but those
were Concessions as we know and won't be
practiced by me croaked the Frog in a Coat
with his cagey green eyes and his Ah Sighs
at his guilty Charity and self Agg
ranDisement all Designed by Social Justice
Ink that is empty of responsible Trustees.
What does that pill do Alice? I'm not Sure
I think its a Surprised Corruption Scam,
Pow Wow to the left, Pow Wow to the Right,
Right, Right....Get out Indians and Whores but leave
your Ideas, Essence, Tokens we Bought.
We are the Museum of Indolence.
This is Highly Confidential) "How dare
you?  A Person of Color with Rights? Fuck
You, Jose, Fuck You Fuck You FUck You Fuck You Fuck!"

Soy de la Dictadura Idioma de Amor y Poesia y Paz,

Soy de la Dictadura Idioma
de Amor y Poesia y Paz,
ande mija comete tu Pan,
te lo traje de Juarez y la
medicina tambien pa' tu
Mami, hagale caso, cuidala
mucho a tu Mama. Ay, Pureza
sonsorante, mi Sangre, mi
Ser y los Ojos de mi Madre
que me abrieron al Mundo entero
aunque soy nada mas Media
India, me tengo que Aceptar
como soy, me nombraron
por mi Abuela Maestra,
una Anglo Sajona que a mi Padre
lo crio en Canto al Poesia
y de la Epoca, no como
esta Palabra hecha en Llamas.
Cada dia me quemo en hablarla.
Le corto las ramas y vuelven
a Nacer las Flores de memoria
y por alli va esta cancion
el regreso es un Condeno,
una cadena enredada en la
Paz del Cerebro. Unica
Palabra, te Calmaras
si te doy toda mi existencia?

LaobraBelleza de las Hermanas que Trabajan con Abuso

Singnify it, Turn her around, Dama
de Tristeza ve para el otro lado,
hay muchachas que son Vanidosas,
son las Poetas, Truchas, Cantantantes,
Bailarinas, cocineras, criadas.
LaoBraBelleza Mujer Dona,
trabajadora maestra Hermana
Lo Siento Lo Siento que ta Haya
pasado pero ya olvidalo
no te Acuerdes no hay proposito la
honramos con Nuestra presencia ser
honesta estas con familia. Somos
madres de todos modos ay esta el juez,
ya veran los que no traen conciencia.

For my Student who Escaped Abuse

Whaddya do when you have a student

who’s domestically abused? Do you give

extra time, extra credit, a real chance

for her to have a good future, to leave

him by her books, her studies, and her brains?

I watch her as she gathers her backpack,

laughs lightly with a shadow in her eyes.

The others joke around while happy

messages spark from their hearts and smiles.

She’s got her own style to pass time, count

down to freedom, peaceful nights, studying

without fear, suspicions, keeping a low

profile. Each lecture she learns a new

device to write her way to dignity.