Best Dolores Poems
Her voice, it touched me with all it enclosed,
giving me feelings and memories I will never lose.
Her voice, a veil behind which lay so much more,
hidden in darkness as the sunrise illuminated the shore.
Her voice, it navigated her ascent as she rose,
as her essence both shattered and grew.
Her voice, it spread, casting a shadow over her woes,
spreading beyond her body and touching those who never knew.
Her life like a falling raindrop, filled with beauty and regret,
Lost in a vast ocean or some sea.
Dolores was more than a drop in the ocean,
but an eternal gift for you and for me.
I feel empty and I don't want to accept the vanishing voices of my youth
I feel regret and I apologize that maybe I didn't listen to Tomorrow like I listened to I can't be with you
the daffodils wilt
does anyone care?
now we have left it too late to say we liked to see you standing there
I miss you
I never knew you
I feel the same
does anyone care?
"Hide all the babies and board up the windows"
"I am telling you, grab everything and run"
"You can feel her, like a storm that you have never seen before""
"Like a hurricane, that is how she blows"
"The Devil's right hand, meaner than anything under the Sun"
"Watch all the side and nail up the back door"
"A tornado, a cyclone, you have been warned not to cross her path"
"She is the leader, all the demons in Hell are on her side"
"Thicker than soup, She is like the fog"
"She is blowing evil and spreading her wrath"
"They say to mess with her, well now we are talking suicide"
"Why, she is growling and clawing, like a old mad dog"
"A gentle breeze at first. when all is calm"
"But then you can feel her coming threw the walls slow"
"Slithering like an old snake cross the floor and down the hall"
"Not knowing what will happen next, you wait for the bomb"
"Like the wind, you cannot see her, you know she will show"
"When she strikes, she looking to take all"
"She will cripple you, before she tears you down"
"She will torment you, like an evil cat, you are her toy"
"She is a coward and only can prey on the weak""
"I have been tracking this old heifer for twenty years or more, she is hold
up in El Paso town"
"Yes sir, she has more sin than a eight day week"
"See I kept a diary for twenty years of more of her evil deed"
"Told her that I would make her famous and write a book"
"THE HIDDEN HAND OF DEATH, is her little satanic organization
"Thought that most folks just might like to read"
"She is THE HEAD WITCH, a lawyer and a crook"
"Reckon THE GOOD LORD, will show her to her final destination"
Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”
(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).
she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick from silver lake
man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me
her momma say she like me and my ford
I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe
my catholic beads be hanging down from
the rearview mirror they tap like dancers
tonight she be dressed for eating burgers
my dolores she and her tight green dress
we be cruising the miracle mile for shows
when she say she want to see cary grant
i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza
in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby
we can listen to the organ music and kiss
maybe we see cary grant walking by there
maybe your big dream come true tonight
now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers
the flashy famous people be passing us by
the organ whining from a distant corridor
howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard
my sweet dolores she be asking the time
when a pretty woman she sits down by us
i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello
the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me
a red flower be pinned to her brown curls
here on a date she say to us smoking now
my babe say we be waiting for cary grant
now the girl say we might wait a long time
she say she saw him once at the florentine
she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill
man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me
now she say her date is outside in a sedan
be careful she say hollywood can be cruel
the organ music still be playing in whispers
moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog
Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 3 Dolores Huerta by T. Wignesan
3. Dolores Huerta
aucun coq n’y annonce la reveille:
les étudiants et les dirigeants des travailleurs
font partie du piquet de grève contre les Wine Brothers:
les bourrasques collent contre les pancartes de grève
les jeans trempés les bleues de travail réfléchissant:
à Los Altos ils chantent des chansons de grève
à l’honneur de Chavez et de Dolores
dans un camion emménagé en un lit plat:
les enfants et les pères qui portent des enfants
la famille la United Fruit Workers
tout l’été sur les lignes de piquet de grève
dans des prisons des maisons et les meubles
vendus pour d’hivers vêtements voitures
les essentiels pour le travail au delà
de ce mois d’août au-delà d’épreuves:
deux hommes tués à Arvin
Nagi Daifullah tué
par la lampe électrique d’un chérif
Juan de la Cruz fusillé sur le piquet de grève
Dolores Huerta la vice-présidente
stratège négociatrice
ses dix enfants prises en charge sécurisés
sa grace
son rire par concentration
prends soins de sa santé
pour sa fille afin d’être saine
contre l’avarice
contre la charité des libéraux:
le machisme gagne maintenant les femmes
le non-violence provenant des femmes et enfants
leurs bras meurtris par les planches des Teamsters
les yeux de la police cernés par le plaisir
caressent leurs étuis de revolvers:
à la maison pas de conflits
l’homme est le chef:
une famille soudée par le respect
quant au machisme des hommes toujours
la vieille religion:
le mariage dissout détruit le Syndicat
des badges d’officiers des cultivateurs brillent
au lever du soleil les .22s en défense-propres:
“nous étions si heureuses, en paix et jolies
même les grand-mères jusqu’à
ce qu’ils commence à tirer avec leurs fusils”:
Reagan fut photographié
en train de manger des raisins scab:
les troupes de Vietnam
mangent des laitues du gouvernement provenant des champs de l'entreprise
les trottoirs lézardés
stroes en délabrement: bousculent
dans les campements de l'entreprise
des terminus plein de poussière placés sous surveillance:
les travailleurs de Brothers dispersent
surveillés par des brigades en voiture
“you find a way
it gets easier
all the time”
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Kelly closed her eyes in the mist of dawn
When she opened petals the fawn had gone
She cried the whole day
In the warm sun ray
And the lake of La Dolores was born
AKA the saint from Arichat
Devoted wife to Johnny
Beloved mother and grand-mother
Kindness exuding from every pore
A smile and kind word for everyone
Lover of family reunions
Any reason for a card game or party
Prize-winning baker of pies galore
Apple, date, blueberry, custard
Raisin, strawberry, lemon meringue
Date cookies and tea biscuits
Homemade bread and buns
Even made the best baked beans
Last rites given three times
The Lord finally couldn’t wait
And gently took her
As we recall those open arms and warmest hugs
We get that little taste of the welcome
Awaiting us when our turn comes
To knock at heaven’s gate
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Dolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE-
Delores, daughter humanity the world of Sorrows.
Spanish named and is a form of Dolores.
Named of a time
Generations of pain, of sorrow
Father sought to gift you voice
Within Himself cause you to rejoice
Yet blessed, in the Fathers arms
Only humanity “dolor”
A righteous God, a loving Father
Choice chosen His daughter Delores
To pen His words, play His music
To gather the children lead
His mission, His Holy decision
There’s no thought in sorrow
Sings Hope’s in Him Abba Father
Herbs of His spirit
Swindle never in malice
Created to go tell it
From Germany unto Paris
Songs of the Father from His heart to her breath
His virginal words ever heard
Soul concurred cognate sung
Sings the woman girl of the Lord
There’s no sorrowful in her
For she is voiced in her Father God Hallelujah
There’s no thought in sorrow
Sings Hope’s in Him Abba Father
Dolores who as she, ever chattered
Learnt piano other instruments
Taught children and others God’s compliments
No pains, no sorrow God’s “dolorous”
God’s voice His delighted daughter
Daughter Delores
Minister of Music
Delores Matthews
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©