Love is the Only Medium

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

I'm an Heiress Too: Diamond Dusted Words

I’m an Heiress of a Higher Scale
with no money, credit cards, or Cocaine
but infinitely Better. I’m a Friend
of Emily Dickinson. She’s my girl.
So Abundant her Treasure overflowed
and from its Remnants I built my Castle
designed by Décor of Trascendental
Glitter. 10 Carat Fine-Cut Diamonds 
from the Deepest mine, there is no Finer
Inheritance than a Gold-hearted Poem
made of the Wealth of Wisdom's rarer Fortune.
The Soul is priceless in its Ore far More
Intricate than Antique Laced-word Sonnets,
too Divine for Millionaires to Buy it.
  

The Ants Go Marching One by One

You like the Poems that have Big Words in Them.

The small letters let's compare them to Red

Ants.  Oh! Ho! We know which ones Burn your Arms,

Buttcheeks, Elbows, Ankles, Legs, when They get

To Crawling; so surreptitiously have

they Spread into wide Spaces before One

Instinct Unifies them, “Bite Now One and All”—

That’s if they went by our English which They

Don’t.  Cuz they have Special Fluids and glands.

Every living Creature is given Tools.

The underground caverns of the Ants They

are Lavish! Here in the Dirt Holes of Our

Mother. She is Everything to them--Hook,

Shield, and Cover--The Ant is our Brother.

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!