Best Galveston Poems
Licky butt, oh, licky butt
Lick your bum my lovely puppy
Gonna feed you a dead guppy
It's belly up
So feed it to the pup.
Riley Ann Sawyer
A little Angel she was. She came to Earth one day
her stay here was short. instead of heaven - she
found Hell. It happened in 2008 We can only wonder
and imagine what her life was like.
her mother was not with Riley's father. He was in Ohio.
she came here to Spring Texas to marry a man she found
on the Internet. the stepfather , that was suppose to take
care, love and protected her didn't, instead both him and the
mother gave her a life of Hell.
She would get beat up everyday, by both of them. Little
Riley Ann was on her own. She had no one to defend her.
I can just imagine how terrified she must have felt, when she
saw the monsters comming towards her.
She would tell her mother - I love you mommy, I love you, hopping
that the beating would stop, but it didn't. both of them took turns
beating her up. She at last found peace the day she was killed.
God dressed her in white that day and an Angel she became.
Riley Ann is now in heaven surrounded by Angels where she
can now rest in peace. But her mother and stepfather will spend
the rest of their lives in HELL...
10/08/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: All this is true. It happened here
where I live. Her little body was put in an
ice cooler bought at Wal - Mart. It was found
floting in Galveston Island...
Ike The Terrible
Ike; You had gone to many places and than you came
to Texas. You were not invited, but you decided to come
anyway. A lot of people left before that terrible day. A lot
of us had no choice, but to stay.
Like a thief in the night you arrived, on that 13th of September
of 2008. We didn't sleep that night - everybody was worried. You
came in with force and fury. Soon the lights went out, by morning
you had already done your damage. Millions of people were left
without power.
For some people it was eight days, for others it was more, still others
didn't have power for weeks. But Ike - you didn't care. You came here
to destroy. Many people were without food, ice, or milk for their babies.
Others lost all they had.
In the daytime, when the rains finally stopped, we could see in our areas
the destruction you had left behind, but that was nothing compared to what
you did in Galveston and other towns. What we saw on TV was devastating.
Many lives were lost.
Ike - time has passed and now you are only a bitter memory. We learned
something in these DISASTERS. God can give us plenty, but he can also
take it away. You left us with deep scars, but from this - we will recover.
We are now more united and closer to God.
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: I wrote this in 2008 when it happened.
It was the first and only Hurricane That I have
ever witnessed.
Ava - I spoke to your half sister today.
She says it’s warm in Albuquerque. She tells you hello
and to please wish your mother, her step-mother,
a happy Mother’s Day on her behalf.
She asked me if you still look like her twin.
I said I simply don’t know.
Then she asked if I remembered our trip last year to Galveston
when the two of you, holding hands, danced on the pier.
Of course I do. In fact, I think about it
every single day (the same way I think about you).
I’ll never forget watching my two girls,
each the other’s half sister, who, when finally together,
painted the boardwalk with one complete giggle
that now completely splinters me and your sister, Lily, in two.
(Taking headlines from October 1964,
the poem revisits our shared experience ...)
Monday 5: Fifty-Four East Germans Tunnel to Freedom
Back then, it was not in doubt,
(Richard Burton Tony Quinn):
the Wall was there to keep us out?
No – built, in fact, to keep them in.
Thursday 8: Beatles Release “She’s a Woman”
My love don’t give me presents.
East is east and west is west –
Ringo passed his driving test –
Blofeld looks like Donald Pleasence.
Monday 12: The Moog Synthesizer Makes Its Debut
It’s fantastic! It’s so new!
Music made in outer space!
Now we’ll win the missile race!
How we love you, Doctor … Who?
Wednesday 14: Martin Luther King Awarded Nobel Peace Prize
Hypatia, Gandhi, Jesus Christ
and Socrates … he was that good:
and just like them, he knew he would
so very soon be sacrificed.
Wednesday 14: Khrushchev Deposed
Now, here’s a man who really tried.
It’s thanks to him, that Cuba fright
didn’t end in Nuclear Night.
Reward? His thugs brush him aside.
Wednesday 21: My Fair Lady Film Premiere
Can a statue have a heart?
Can what’s vulgar morph to art?
Entertainment as idea?
Tin Pan Alley’s Galatea.
Monday 26: Eric Edgar Cooke Executed, Western Australia
Cleft palate, hare lip.
Bullied here, bullied there.
Mumbling moron, bloody crip.
Then they hang him. Life ain’t fair.
Thursday 29: Audacious Diamond Robbery in New York
Banner headlines in the papers.
Daring crimes, coolest capers.
They’re classy crooks, they’ll fence their loot
in Buenos Aires, or Beirut.
(In the real world, how'd it go?
Look at 31 below.)
Saturday 31: Lyndon Johnson Proclaims the Great Society
Nothing novel, or unique:
his vision was for Uncle Sam
to help the luckless, tend the weak.
One word destroyed him. Vietnam.
Saturday 31: New York Diamond Robbers Caught
Tiffany studs? More Studs L. Terkel.
One rock alone, a hundred grams,
Murph the Surf’s men on the lam:
they didn’t make Columbus Circle.
Saturday 31: Goose Kills Astronaut
Theo Freeman was his name,
test-pilot/astronaut his game.
Ejector seats are not much use
against a full-grown Galveston goose.
Jubilation in the city of Galveston ensued when
Union soldiers brought to the enslaved
News of an
Emancipation that had been proclaimed by Lincoln
Two whole years before the Texan slaves
Ever even heard of it!
Equality, of course, was a long time still coming, yet Civil Rights came!
Nowadays, we should all honor June 19th, which is
Traditionally celebrated only by Texas as a legal state holiday.
Hope for harmony and the realization of true freedom must never be forsaken.
July 14, 2018 for Edward Ibeh's Juneteenth Poetry Contest
There was a lady from Galveston Bay
A great little poet I heard someone say
An Opal Sunflower
With the gift of word power
And a style that is never passe
Gun Play in the Meat Locker
At the bottom in the Mexican bay rests a 22 calibre pistol,
it is in a box and the box is in a plastic bag that moves
with the tide; the gun was mine I had bought it in Galveston.
I had been obsessed with firearms lately, needed a shooter
but didn´t want to buy one bulky cannon difficult to hide,
it was easy to purchase came in a box six bullets included.
Back on board and with trembling hands I placed the gun
inside the frozen carcass of a sheep and tried to sleep.
Night in the bay of Mexico I took the pistol up on the deck
and said. ”bang, bang you are dead. Put the gun back in
Its box and the box in a plastic bag and threw it overboard.
It was a beautiful night and I was free of my obsession with
firearms they make me nervous and I´m satisfied to know
I was not born to be a gunslinger called Morgan Kane.
The sun, an igneous ball, is falling down the sea.
The wave is locked, and a new night is seen.
The fishing boat heads to open ocean
with songs ballooning the sails.
Songs tell numerous silver fishes.
Codfish games’re swimming in a sing file
day and night shining up the ocean.
Come to shine the nets, our fiancés!
Our boat steers to wind with the sound,
surfs between high sky and smooth sea,
anchors faraway to look through blue water,
disposes the net to get that golden sea
It presents snappers, eels, cat fishes,
and garrupas sparkling as eternal flames.
Skates lash their bright yellow tails.
Poetically, Galveston’s sky with stars is fulfilled.
We sing songs to welcome fishes.
The high moon accompany for its friends.
Sea gives us fishes as a Mother’s breast
which raises us from the first foods.
When stars become dull, nets are strained,
tightened encirclement because of big source.
Bright tails flash over the entire ocean.
Folded nets and pulled sails welcome the sunshine.
Songs‘re ballooning the sails.
The boat races ardently with the sun
which is wearing the sea on its head,
and fishes’ brilliant eyes look for their shore.
Form:
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA
On a cool winter night spent under the stars,
the wind has calmed down some
I lay back and trace distant
satellites across the sky
My mind starts to wander from Oregon
to Fargo and Galveston Bay
We were gone for so long and
only one picture, why?
A jet flies across my satellite trail as
clouds begin to obscure the view
I think why I am here and
how lucky to be
Getting up off the bench, stretching my arms as
the jet flies away to another locale
I know now why I am here
and that is for me
It was dusty, dry and endless
Stretched beneath an empty sky
From horizon to horizon
Where the turkey buzzards fly,
Like a landscape meant to warn you
Just how far a man can fall.
Except for Ruby in El Paso,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Took a powder in Fort Stockton.
Crossed the Pecos makin’ time.
San Antone gave way to Austin
On the Travis County line.
Shot a rattlesnake in Waco
With my back against the wall.
Except for Bobbi-Jo in Beaumont,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
I’ve seen Lubbock and Laredo,
Seen Odessa/Midland, too.
Met a sweet young thing in Brownsville,
Just another déjà vu.
Didn’t tell her I was leaving,
But I promised her I’d call.
Except for Emmylou in Houston,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Learned to do the Stockdale two-step
In the local Lone Star style.
Danced a Galveston fandango
With a Corpus Christi smile.
Set a sucker up in Dallas,
But my partner dropped the ball.
Except for Jill in Amarillo,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Words flowing like an raging river
Got me feeling like dominoes back in the day 30 min to deliver
Beautiful pictures and stories I will always remember
Looking forward to the spring in the cold of the winter
Opening doors I never knew were there hesitation to enter
Not long winded like a distance runner, fast like a sprinter
If you cross the line first there's no question who's the winner
Still a novice in the game but I wouldn't say I was a beginner
Systematic with the words I deliver
Turn written words into poems about things I remember
Like coming in from school and Moma already cooked dinner
Or like back in 04 in sunny Galveston Tx it snowed the day before Christmas
Words flowing like an raging river
Wish I was somewhere else today
I ain't partic'lar where
Maybe upon a mountain top
Breathin' that cool blue air
Or I could fish a mountain stream
Catch me a big fat trout
Maybe wander to Galveston
Get a sunburn, no doubt
I had a love in Texas once
Maybe I'll hold her hand
Tell her of all the things I miss
Since I became a man
Wonder if I could kiss her still
'Neath a full Texas moon
Tell her things I have said before -
Listen to Elvis croon
Guess that's askin' a little much -
I'll think it anyway
Don't see the harm in dreamin' that
I'm somewhere else today
6/21/2017
For Brian Strand's Contest no 300
I went to Galveston one time
In the Spring of the year
I was just a cowboy back then
An' had no thought of fear
I'd never seen the waves roll in
Or heard the muted roar
The smell of salt was new to me
As nothing else before
I touched the sand and thought of home
But that was desert sand
This was gentle to the fingers
And felt a foreign land
I met a girl there just by chance
Laughing and sun tanned through
She stared a little at my boots -
"Surely there's more to you?"
We talked little and loved a lot
A magic world we'd found
No need to think of tomorrow
Our feet were on this ground
Time passed quickly, she said goodbye
No talk of who she was
Just a short love in the sunshine
The sort of thing young does
I was just a cowboy back then
An' had no thought of fear
I lost a love in Galveston
In the Spring of that year