Save the Date! January 8. 2014

Save the Date: January 8, 2015...I will be the featured poet at Barrio Poetix
La Marqueta East 118 & Park Avenue, New York, NY 8 PM - 10PM
Free Open Mic! No cover
Indoors, Puerto Rican food will be available for sale by El Caldero de Nellie!
Don't be afraid of the cold...come out to play!
Sponsored by Melissa Mark-Viverito, Speaker NYC Council and Acacia Network..

Today , , ,

Today . . .

I will remember you

I will open my journal

I will write about you

I will get distracted

I will write about something else

I will get bored

I will go back to writing about you

I will cry

I will get angry

I will rip the pages from my book and throw them away

I will call you

I will let the phone ring

I will say nothing when you answer

I will hang up

I will take a walk in the rain

I will think of you

I will go back to my journal

I will write about you

I will save it this time

i would...

 

I would follow you anywhere

be your queen in shining armor

ready to defend your honor

when you think no one has your back

in this upside down world

riding on my horse ladystyle blazin’

like maid marian

with locs flowing behind me

coming to your rescue

in medieval fashion

as you gaze in wonder at my bravery

your wonderful wonder woman who

knows everything about you

keeping your heart

safely in my hands

and I know I’m dreaming

but just in case you wanted to know

I would follow you anywhere

be your best friend

who stays in your corner

always having a listening ear

and a shoulder to rest on

stay at your side no matter what

your ride or die chick

your honey over the moon

and the stars

your forever and a day

yes

I would follow you anywhere

if you would only

ask...

she hides it well

she hides it well

words in her back pocket

stashed away in closets

pushed aside and stored in boxes

to be filed at a later date

she learned early that dressing the part makes up

for what was lacking inside

and she hides it well

skirting around the real story

quickly changing the subject

when the topic gets too intense

she looks for the nearest exit

and makes her escape

she hides it well

covering her scent

to throw off a would-be pursuer

diving into the water to confuse even the most skillful hunter

when she is the prey

never getting caught

or trapped as she calls it

staying free

and undomesticated

no one’s slave or property

alone is where she remains

and although she cries inside

she hides it well

 

 

 

 

 

 

love poem # 3

i left a poem on your doorstep

wrapped in newspaper and tied with rough string

hoping you would read between the thoughts and see into my soul before throwing it away

or perhaps recycling the thoughts

mixed with compost and old coffee grounds to make the flowers grow.

i left a poem on your doorstep

filled with honesty about the joys of love that could never be

only imaginary fantasies between you and me

from my heart into your hands

created by my ink on colored paper

rainbow wishes floating above the clouds

freely giving and receiving

until forever

i left a poem on your doorstep

and waited

silently wondering what you would do

if you knew it was from me

just for you…

just a poem...

on your doorstep

waiting…

she keeps waiting for him to change

his ways

his heart

his mind…

do an about face and turn his desire towards her

but he won’t

so she keeps waiting and hoping

even praying a prayer that cannot be answered

because she can’t see

that he

is

not

the

one…

poetry

poetry is love

like a summer rain watering my soul

in a dry land

making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter

inner beauty coming to light on the printed page

lighting the dark places of my life with revelation

changing rhythms with peaks of distinction

carrying away all of my worries

one

word

at

a

time…