Long Ernesto Poems

I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal knowledge,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-empathic trust
where dipolar co-arising mutual immunity
raises...

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“It is the custom of scholars when addressing behavior and culture to speak variously of anthropological explanations, psychological explanations, biological explanations, and other explanations appropriate to the perspectives of individual disciplines. I have argued that...

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ERNESTO 
Acrostic

T.ito, thirty- years ago you left us 
with painful hearts  and tearful eyes
too young to leave your loved-ones 
we mourn on your early demise

I.n the core of your heart and mind 
there's hatred...

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P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 7



any thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and...

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P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 8
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and...

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(My poem is done in Mixed Rhyme which is a form created right here on PoetrySoup by our fellow poet, Ernesto Santiago.)


Things will get worse!
Year after year, of course.
Spend some time planning survival,
don't be blind,...

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Chalk Full of Great Lines

The body has been removed
To my place of sanctified worship
Where all is quiet and piano soothing
I am Ernesto Cortazar
Your Coroner and host for the evening
Here is my creation and story
In the...

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‘One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.’

	I did not know that my hero was a sex god as well

	But he wrote The Motorcycle Diary without any Zen

‘Every day People straighten up the...

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By now, see.
You almost know me.

A shy type little man;
With pretty wife, as my avid fan.

I’ve 1, 2, 3 syllable count, rhymed name;
Thor, Nestor, or Ernesto; it’s the same.

More than a decade, never been home;
Before,...

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White Eagle

On my walk, I saw a big, white eagle with an enormous 
wingspan, flying low and in circles as it was looking for
Something in the bush landscape. It the steadfast 
the gaze of a...

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He/She/Lemmingsonabridge  BAH!  SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks  handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba...

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Thank you
Keith, Ernesto, Kristin and Diane
Thank you christopher and beyond
I love this soup
Richer than St Elizabeth cow peas
Mannish water or pepperpot
Poetry.com was a bubble in my history
Burst now
I love this family,
O Deborah what a gift
What...

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“If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.”
 - Ernesto Che Guevara


S he walks head high, resilient, Che t-shirt on, crimson red
O fficially a Mistress of Passion, armed with...

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Ernesto and Gladys, guiding light,
Took me in with hearts so bright.
In their warm home, a refuge found,
Love and kindness always abound.

At youth's tender stage, I arrived,
With open arms, they strived to thrive.
Nurtured me, like a...

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Every time I think of you 
it eats at me inside.
No matter how far the distance,
it seems your always on my mind.

Picking at my thoughts and dreams
I've got nothing left to hide.
Leave me to my...

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NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!

no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!

my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I...

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The Wind Carries His Name.

They shot him down,
silencing a man of flesh and bone.

Though as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.

Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked...

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I saw you grandma,
you were buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.

I saw you on a 
`who's your baby-daddy' show,
you wore a pic 
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T -
I thought 'hey you’.

Behind...

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I saw your grandma
she was buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.

I saw you on a 
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience.
You wore a pic 
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T...

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It was forty-six years ago today
that the Supreme Court issued its decree:
You should know whatever you have to say
may land you in jail, but your lawyer’s free,
assuming you are indigent, of course.
All men have the...

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