Best Joaquin Poems

The Empty Academy Schoolhouse

It stands on a vast green lot,
No trees to shelter it from heavy, gray clouds
on the rolling foothill horizon.
Its thin coat of...

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Every Sunday after church
Old great-aunt Dora
Full bloodied Cherokee,
In her finest dress and fedora,
Drove her pink Cadillac
To the San Joaquin River.
She would stop in the same...

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Back again ...

Her daily hour of hope ...
She came every evening to The Hem ...
Just a big hole in the earth, really, a barren canyon...

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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN

I.	 I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm...

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( El Faro means the lighthouse)

El Faro #1

salt is in my tears
for the grace of god go I
Fiddlers Green awaits

El Faro #2

brothers and sisters
Joaquin cries...

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we're here again
you in denim skirt
shrinking against long legs
I in (imaging) nothing
sheen & glisten in moonlight
interior car lamp light
tan
crimped high hair & bangs
blue eyeliner
mascara
easy to...

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Joaquin: paint-besotted at sixteen.

The color silver was your favorite --
it had the craved-for, biting glint
of a dagger dizzying your brain,
twisting as it mixed and chopped
your...

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The Afternoon Moon

Grandmother reclines in the passenger seat,
while sunlight glows through her white wavy hair.
Her cheeks rosy, she smiles at me 
as I drive east...

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This is a portrayal of one of my favorite paintings by 
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida: Spanish painter 1863 - 1923. 
The title of his portait...

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When Grandma Tutu said she owned a gun,
my mother freaked! She gasped! How she was stunned!
She wanted Tutu to throw it away,
but then forgot. The...

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Frankie
Human, Virago, Poet, Dreamer
Mothers Raisha Therese and Joaquin Andres
Lover of butterflies, opals and tulips
Who feels loneliness, strength and hope
Who fears failure, heights and drowning
Who would...

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There are kingdoms with no throne
There are children with no love
There are mums who remain alone
There is no love with no one to love

A child...

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Is ARANJUEZ a pining after the composer's mother ?

(Joaquin Rodrigo - 1901-1999 - who composed the " Aranjuez " concerto on piano in 1938/9 and...

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Sweet organic scents waft softly 
through the vast and endless valley
where myriads of trees grow in tight rows
marked by long lines of rich, robust soils
that...

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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross

Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars

A...

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