Submissions by LobodeSanPedro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"One who produces even a single good poem has not spent his life in vain" ~ Basho
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 5:33am
8th Sep 2014 5:33am
...
flakes camouflage the path
crushed beneath boots
footprints mark the end
crushed beneath boots
footprints mark the end
52 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 8:17pm
6th Sep 2014 8:17pm
she is the season
Writer's note: The following haiku and senryu were recently submitted to Frogpond and Heron's Nest for publication. Although none were chosen by the respective editors - I wanted to post them here to thank those DUP writers who helped me in the editing process of these.
While traditional haiku format follows the 5-7-5 syllable count, I land more on the side that the art form is best expressed in the simplest of text regardless of count or line breakage.
I remain committed to developing my skills as a writer with the form, and have seen some success as two of my poems...
While traditional haiku format follows the 5-7-5 syllable count, I land more on the side that the art form is best expressed in the simplest of text regardless of count or line breakage.
I remain committed to developing my skills as a writer with the form, and have seen some success as two of my poems...
62 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 3:47am
6th Sep 2014 3:47am
...
butterflies flutter
elusive summer caressed dreams
you're my silken net
elusive summer caressed dreams
you're my silken net
66 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 1:01am
11th Aug 2014 1:01am
the kettle's screaming
the kettle's screaming
Interpretation of The Honey Bear by Eileen Myles
i can hear the agonizing nectar of poppy in her voice
[just like you]
its' bittersweet affliction more succulent than the gardenia that laced her hair
no, no thank you
i don't want your too sweet brew
you're scratching at your arms just like her
me, i claw at my mind waiting for mi brujita
she calls me her papi
her and i have echoed moments bought in cellophane and over rocks
at the Lenox Lounge and the Apollo
same Harlem haunts where...
Interpretation of The Honey Bear by Eileen Myles
i can hear the agonizing nectar of poppy in her voice
[just like you]
its' bittersweet affliction more succulent than the gardenia that laced her hair
no, no thank you
i don't want your too sweet brew
you're scratching at your arms just like her
me, i claw at my mind waiting for mi brujita
she calls me her papi
her and i have echoed moments bought in cellophane and over rocks
at the Lenox Lounge and the Apollo
same Harlem haunts where...
109 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 4:49pm
29th Jul 2014 4:49pm
...
his life is beat out
five cents at a time
done with that bottle
five cents at a time
done with that bottle
91 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2014 9:36pm
28th Jul 2014 9:36pm
...
he rows alone
i laughed
now I'm in the same boat
i laughed
now I'm in the same boat
112 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 2:18am
20th Jul 2014 2:18am
... don't spoil her ...
I let you sneak in and sleep on my back
you like to play "lion" and chew on my ear
drowning my earholes
I can smell the candy you weren't suppose to have
in every breath
you nuzzle into my neck
covering the picture of Mami
etched along the breadth of my shoulders
from nape to tailbone
you say you like sleeping on Mami's picture
because you want to be pretty just like her
when you ask me questions i have no answers for
i tell you to go to sleep
you talk too much just like her
kneeling in St...
you like to play "lion" and chew on my ear
drowning my earholes
I can smell the candy you weren't suppose to have
in every breath
you nuzzle into my neck
covering the picture of Mami
etched along the breadth of my shoulders
from nape to tailbone
you say you like sleeping on Mami's picture
because you want to be pretty just like her
when you ask me questions i have no answers for
i tell you to go to sleep
you talk too much just like her
kneeling in St...
138 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2014 5:52pm
18th Jul 2014 5:52pm
Afghan Landay ...
Stop stealing the baby's sweet breast milk.
Go out and try to milk the goat you selfish old fool.
Don't handle me like your old rifle.
It will take more than a finger to make me explode.
The elders speak with her openly.
They respect her because she can kill them with honor.
I won't give you the satisfaction.
You couldn't make me scream in bed nor will I plead now.
Butterflies in the pink poppy fields.
Drunk on the nectar they choke and die like my sisters.
She said we should be sisters and friends.
If she kills...
Go out and try to milk the goat you selfish old fool.
Don't handle me like your old rifle.
It will take more than a finger to make me explode.
The elders speak with her openly.
They respect her because she can kill them with honor.
I won't give you the satisfaction.
You couldn't make me scream in bed nor will I plead now.
Butterflies in the pink poppy fields.
Drunk on the nectar they choke and die like my sisters.
She said we should be sisters and friends.
If she kills...
133 reads
23 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 3:05am
3rd Jul 2014 3:05am
Birth of a Rebel
Birth of a Rebel
1969 ...
i was gagging on my own breath.
my lungs had forgotten the simple rules of
In
Out
In
Out
it was all
In
In
In
In
In
strangling my eyes until they were coughing out blind fear.
my father placed the viper between us and I could already taste it's poison delivered in sharp strikes.
he took my hand and placed it in his.
bracing my forefinger he ran it over the crown of his head through his mane.
feel that he whispered,...
1969 ...
i was gagging on my own breath.
my lungs had forgotten the simple rules of
In
Out
In
Out
it was all
In
In
In
In
In
strangling my eyes until they were coughing out blind fear.
my father placed the viper between us and I could already taste it's poison delivered in sharp strikes.
he took my hand and placed it in his.
bracing my forefinger he ran it over the crown of his head through his mane.
feel that he whispered,...
209 reads
20 Comments
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