Best Chavez Poems
Tracing Outlines on my cup of tea
I stare at him out of the corner of my cavernous coffee eyes
Sitting there reading Che, Zapata, Chavez, Castro
Blinking, breathing, seething
Intense
He’s got me hooked already
Looking at me like I’m something new, I can see
We can speak without words
Mocha latte skin froths me up
Style Stirs a little bit of interest, it’s the smile, dimples and all
That gets the engine to stop roaring and to purr
I want, to get, close, release, Intellect steaming, smoldering against my gaze
What’s your Addiction?
Is it money? Is it cars? Politics?
Words spilling, sun streaming, whip pulsing
Connecting from two different worlds
I promise to reveal real
Addiction
affliction of exotic tendencies
Building castles in the air, my charming urban King,
Fantasize with me, delicious remedies that would soothe
Jade Hearts, green and young, frozen and strong, we are the same
Baby Boy I deserve
To be served this kind of ecstasy
Asian dreams of china dishes crashing on the floor
Scrambling to get some more, more, more
Images fly past too sweaty to grasp
Slicked up thigh and long black hair down to middle of the back
Lips curved around hips and legs tangled with minds unfastened and, and, and
oh Damn
I got this, I know who I am, something you will never see again
In years, lifetimes, eons, all the dimes and pennies in the world will never amount
To Priceless
If I get up and glide past
Letting my scent, spicy, seductive, forbidden
Unbidden, he shall follow me
Into the fire, desire, baby
To get some more, more, more
Social injustice and economic inequality
have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry
Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind
and Blacks don't even show your face
this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace
nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo
as it was not about your knowledge or skill but about who you know
let us never forget the unions and labor laws which evened the playing field
for if it was left up to corporate America economic inequality would never yield
Racism, discrimination and segregation on our Nation's history is a blight
and in spite of all the civil rights laws we still have to fight
for a measure of equal opportunity
for some respect and a little dignity
let us never forget the Rev. Dr. King Jr., Medgar Evers, Cesar Chavez and Rosa Parks
those who stood up against injustice by igniting a socially conscious spark
they did not back down, they would not back off, they took a moral stance
so that every single human being in this country could have an equal chance
We hold these truths to be self-evident that all citizens shall be treated the same
regardless of race, color, age, gender or how we pronounce your name
and as we celebrate Black History Month let us never forget those who led the fight
in the struggle for social justice, economic equality and basic human rights
Denied, 2010
Vickie M. Ortiz Vázquez
Human
Human am I
So, I hear I am human
Therefore, human rights by nature are mine
Who have spoken of these?
Martin Luther King, Jr
Cesar Chavez
The Black Panther Party and the F.L.A.N
Human am I
Born female with a path
Grown to a woman with a guilty mark
So, I hear I am human
Therefore, human rights by nature are mine
Grown to a woman
Human still am I
Yet, simple human rights have been denied
To brothers and sisters of mine
Still human am I
Therefore, human rights are being denied
By those who can’t understand
What nature can’t denied
Human
Human am I
So, I hear I am human
Still a human am I
A woman with human rights…
DENIED
I wish Cesar was here
now
Someone who know how important
farm workers are, giving them a strong
voice,
You got to see this empire
and how it has exploited all the life
that built it,
And all the money spent to fight needless
wars,
And all the reasons why the rich invest
all their money in stocks and bonds,
And maybe try working in the fields
just for a day
And they grow wild flowers and
when the honey bees come in
they sing aleluya
just because they are wild
I just wish you trouble yourself
to know, that they know
that they are no different
that you
Aleluya Aleluya Aleluya
tell me about math
tell me about
all this life in the universe
I just wish
you cared enough to
worry about thee
Like Cesar, and John Steinbeck
did.
Is that even possible
Trust me when I tell you this
Aleluya yes it is.
Peace!
Adieu Fidel Castrol! Adieu Castro!
What a life, What an adventure!
The west with its sophisticated propaganda
could not kill you. In your prime they sought to
assassinate you, yet the world counted on you!
you were the evil they made us believed you were, yet Cuba had the best
Medical facility in Latin America, you saved Maradona, when the west
Could only but watch, patient Cubans reaped the benefit of socialism
they fed us lies upon lies, invaded Cuban and planted division among Cubans
yet you prevailed, the greatest Latin America Statesman of the 20 Century
Rest on Fidel, Dance on in your victory, sleep on sweet Castro
They labelled you a murderer, I call you a humanist,
Second only to Madiba of Africa!
Hugo Chavez is gone, Gaddafi is gone and gone now is Castro
Hamadinejad has been asleep since he exited the political scene
I dare say the world is getting boring! Vladimir Putin has challenged American hegemony to the best of his ability. May Mother Universe bless us with another soul who would teach how to endure and challenge oppression like you did Castro. Adieu Fidel, I bet the world will miss your statesmanship! Adieu. Love and tears reign as I send these words from Africa!
now that Chavez is dead,
the american oil companies
chomping at the bit
begin to salivate & lick their lips,
seething
with the foam
of potent country-gutting
rabies---
for while he was alive,
Venezuela was one of the only
countries left,
who resisted the empire’s attempts to
penetrate it & whore it out to the
highest capitalist bidder---
with Chavez dead,
not only will the oil soon be drained from
within the borders of beautiful
Venezuela,
but so will die the social programs that Chavez
instilled,
those that had been used to combat the
extreme poverty which exists in the country,
those that the governments before Chavez did nothing to
prevent.
so goes Chavez,
so goes a bastion of anti-empire,
so goes a man who pushed Chomsky’s work at the
United Nations,
so goes a man who championed the bloc that
would resist the swallowing up of
Latin America by the
empire.
yes,
the vultures are hungry,
they are perched & ready---
rather than create green alternatives to the
reliance on oil,
they will suck every last drop &
make the world do their bidding,
creating a negative media firestorm
to shed hate upon a man who can no longer
defend himself,
just as they will the next who steps up to resist.
You frown with disapproval since you have a pedigree.
Born in the USA, you say, ancestors crossed the sea.
Proud of your German heritage, and I am just a hick.
Your phony pearls, your knock-off bag, you always look real slick.
You treat me like I'm nothing with your nose turned up so far.
I'd rent that space if in the need of a place to park my car.
But a shiny cover does not value always quite equate.
I'm sure your "antique" silverware is only silver plate.
No, value comes from something more that's hidden deep inside.
It's born of love and empathy, not silly, baseless pride.
It doesn't come in just one color, an accent or a creed
Hitler was rich but I'd rather come from Cesar Chavez' seed!
So I'd rather have an ice cold beer with a gifted Mexican
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin!
From Ebbett’s Field, they had to move away.
This team sought greener pastures in LA.
What they needed was a little change of scene.
The team moved into a park at Chavez Ravine.
Back in Brooklyn, the boys had a good home.
Their fans didn’t want the team to roam.
A reason to move was the advent of jet travel.
Coast to coast flights were made practical.
The appeal in Southern California didn’t seem to stick.
The boys in blue were getting a little homesick.
To their old Brooklyn fans, they felt regrets.
New Yorkers became less than satisfied with the Mets.
Here’s a little news that may astound:
The Los Angeles Dodgers are now Brooklyn-bound!
Modern sonnet
December 22, 2012
Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!
The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.
You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.
Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.
The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but you live!
You live!
Hasta la Victoria Siempre,
Comandante!
Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)
* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu
Form:
Than lady liberty
Than the lamp of democracy
Land of the free
Land of the brave
Land of so many freedom fighters
Letting us be masterful poets and fanciful writers
When things don’t go your way
There is still Free Press to sway
Rights over dress, we can always redress
So many flaws
Filled with humans we are after all
She is the descendant of Marianne
A republic in a new land
The left laments, lighting inflaments
The right closes their eyes to just causes
Of the forgotten on the wayside of strife
The middle road and the middle path
The many, stoically building the abundant bridges
Towards our great destiny lying ahead
Challenges exist, evil cyanide persists
The people together shall be of all colors
United under the strength of the American umbrella
Chavez spouted his propaganda
To his followers with no bananas’
Kept them poor
Said communism will make them more!
Nasty Poetic Speeches
You have seen it
You have read it
You have suffered with no re-course
Left wing ideology that shows no remorse
You have tasted it
You have suffered it
Chavez poisons the masses
With words, when options like food seem so absurd
They are starving
They rebel against their darling
The truth is so near
Empty stomachs sadly make
Reality very clear
Trump was certainly not the first to spout division and hatred and falsehoods, anyone who lives in Venezuela knows of Chavez’s evil deeds as well. Its amazing after his actions he still has supporters, especially female ones. Same goes for Trump. Only shows that narrow minds are not related to gender.
Do unto others before they can do unto you
Call it preemption and lie through your teeth when you do.
Make up connections to terror, folks don’t have a clue.
Be sure you’re firmly entrenched when they find out what’s true.
Scare the bejeezus right out of them, it’ll be fun
Don’t let them find secret prisons, hide that smoking gun
Unpatriotic to speak up for truth and peace, son.
World domination’s the game here, forget the long run.
Propagate myths through our compromised media herd
Broadcast them loudly repeating each threatening word
It’s well established – beliefs form on frequency heard
After while “mushroom cloud” won’t sound so grossly absurd.
Strategy’s worked for four years now, don’t want to get iced
Hard work required to keep justice from spoiling our heist
Must keep the populace panicked and properly biased
Maybe pronounce that Chavez is the new anti-Christ?
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
Would the new government continue from where CHAVEZ left,
and even do better where necessary?
Is it possible that the new administration's governance is about
uplifting the standards of VENEZUALAN PEOPLE through fostering
sustainable development?
Can those to be elected into power,change the course of solving
the VENEZUALZNS problems and needs or shall be worse than
the former?
Or they shall be ushered into office with no purpose behind the
VENEZUALANS,only eager to shut off their eyes and ears
by imperiarism from outsiders?
Will they do better than CHAVEZ,for the poor or for the rich
elite __ bridging the gap between the rich and the poor?
chipepo lwele
05/03/2013
*Tribute to HUGO CHAVEZ [1955-2013]
Pies Politics And Birds
300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/03/nicolas-maduro-hugo-chavez-little-bird_n_3007965.html
I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store