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John Monteblanco Poem
He ran away to chase his dreams
Short of a miracle was it not?
Yet the winds of change roared strongly at night
Enter- the fierce winds of time
It will be you alone.
As you dance, I cry
Blow the flowers toward me
Free to drown me now.
Like a DJ on steroids,
I won't allow you to slice through my heart anymore,
My beautiful daughter, Windstream.
John Monteblanco
Nature, Four In One
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2011
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John Monteblanco Poem
I woke up to the sounds of gun shots
I’m not in hell, just in a prison cell I call home- Paterson
Behind these bars
The world looks so different like an atomic bomb of colors exploded while I was
gone.
Chorus
Bullets flying through the air
Cutting lives like there was a way to replace that
Like an old pair of Nikes weathering the storm after fifty years of dust and
neglect
I wish for a better place,
A nicer home,
Better living conditions for my mom
Verse 2
Walking through the streets in my mind
Never thinking about my life
I live in the past when a notebook produced my only escape
But another shot flies through the air and brings me back to reality- I’m a
murderer
Never to see light again.
Chorus
Bullets flying through the air
Cutting lives like there was a way to replace that
Like an old pair of Nikes weathering the storm after fifty years of dust and
neglect
I wish for a better place,
A nicer home,
Better living conditions for my mom
Verse 3
Adrenaline pumping as I’m ready to punch the cold bars,
But I wake up for a second time and I realize
Life continues when you die
No matter what.
And I was lost in my mind but not anymore.
I know who I am,
I know what’s right and what’s wrong,
But most importantly- I understand.
John Monteblanco
June 30, 2014
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2014
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Walking around
I see myself fifteen years younger-
Playful and not caring what the world thought of me.
Chocolate dripping from my small lips
Yes,
those were the times.
Being three years old yet acting as if I were Spider-Man-
Shooting my fictitious webs at enemies only I could see.
Being three again,
Has its privileges.
I can have cake for breakfast,
Kiss any girl I want,
Live life to the fullest...at least until my patience runs out.
Yesterday's Joys are today's Taken For Granted.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2014
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John Monteblanco Poem
What is love with no heart?
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2013
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John Monteblanco Poem
Astrologists were wrong when they said I never show my emotions.
I've always been the outcast and the crybaby of the family but poetry is my devotion.
I don't care who knows or finds out about my secret love.
My emotions can't set me free from this cage like the whitest dove.
Should I keep going or stop my writing motion?
God was wrong when he sent me to be born on September Eleventh.
I'm nothing like a Virgo, please just call me an Amaranth.
War, love, and hate describe me on any given day.
When I look at her, the war ends and I'm tempted to stay.
In my mind I'm another ordinary kid that arrived the umpteenth.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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Downstairs he had gone
He looked left then he spied right
Joyously, he screamed
His stocking, was full of toys
A big wide smile crossed his face
John Monteblanco
11/24/11
Christmas Stocking Tribute
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2011
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Why her of all people? Why'd I have to fall in love with her?
I'm losing my mind and it's not a figure of speech.
Tell me the truth, no tell me the lie do you love me too?
I'm under a different kind of pressure 'cause it looks like I'm falling deeper with you.
Was there a slip-up in life when I saw you two?
I hope you can understand that I'm just being me when I say, "I love you."
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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Born a new baby.
Life ,such a beautiful thing.
Be gone baby chick.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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John Monteblanco Poem
I always wanted to be a baseball player for the New York Mets
But I never wanted to try my best so I just looked like a hopeless stem
One day I'll show them all
I'ma be the only one standing tall
As for the dreams that can be obtained right now, I'm going full force at them.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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John Monteblanco Poem
Shadows
Engulf my heart
That Valerie did break
Please come back home dear Valerie
My sweet
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2014
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