Long Frida Poems

SELF PORTRAIT DEDICATED TO LEON TROTSKY (by Frida Kahlo)

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I had meet Gigi Fernandez at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco

at the tail end of Flower Power with the scent of carefree loving in the air

exchange students finding themselves in a different world...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles...

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I know you know what happened the year we graduated. Just like everything else, it trickled down the grape vine. We were seniors when SHE said she wanted a blue dress for prom. SHE wanted...

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“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
Frida Kahlo“

In the absence of love,
a childhood is shaped by the stars,
but when black smoke is the only impression in the light,
sorrows peel in soundless...

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The Circle --- A Painting By Frida Kahlo

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Caught between one life and another
my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
I am crumbling into fragments
like a fragile leaf, played with by the wind

O' dark angel...

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Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one...

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I went to The Jester’s Tea Party
In the tower with the winding stair
Frida Kahlo manned the door
And God and the Devil were there
The artist was stood in the shadows
Silently summoning me
To stand with him like...

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On The Suicide Of Dorothy Hale

Known for her self portraits and her politics
Her famous unibrow and her elaborate dress
And for twice marrying Mexico's most renown muralist
Her paintings which bore her pain were well received
And to...

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Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of...

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Five excruciating months I’ve spent
inside this corset made of steel.
It binds the soul beneath 
my broken column.

See me standing here
naked before this bleak and arid landscape,
fissured like the furrows 
of this barren yellow plain
on which...

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We watched Frida Kahlo 
with our backs toward the rice fields
The monkey fits tightly to her breast, 
her right breast. A parrot 
on her left shoulder; two chatter-boxes that mimic
What if the wolves pull our...

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"My heart is like a singing bird". Christina Rossetti









The Dilettante Diaries: "The True Romantics"



Once cages are open
the True Romantics
dance their dance
of Freedom


Hidden Keys


Swallows
air beneath 
their wings



(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)








"I love you the more in that I believe...

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her...

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"The Lacemaker’s Muse"



There in my heart
the Lacemaker spins a web
The Muse trapped 
in Halls of Mirrors
turning heads
Tired Bees Buzzing
Honey for Loving 
Time for sleep
Time for bed

Who is a muse?
Amuse a muse

She is in me
She is...

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Can I free her, my Frida
to fly in the sky
to feel the wind’s breathe
to hear the wind’s sigh
to touch lofty mountains
all covered in snow
to explore many places 
where men seldom go
to delve into depths
of wonder...

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I have fallen in love with a winged dragon alebrijes,
Have to buy it of course, is it signed?
What artisian created this piece of bright gorgeousness?
I look for a signature.
This phantasmagorical creature has none.
No matter.
She is...

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                          The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned
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We as woman often hear that we are in a mans world,
but that is insane.
Men need us more than we need them. 
We share this world together. 

Sometimes we lay roots in others lives,
and share...

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it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
 
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and...

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Frida and Diego’s house
Had walls of cobalt blue.
Today it’s a museum and
Their paintings are on view.

I didn’t go to Mexico
To visit their collection,
But at the Garden, got to see
A limited selection.

The cactus plants in ochre...

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I've waited for this day for years,
     bought myself a little black dress,
          did up my hair - now it's a mess,
mascara...

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On a  Painting

Hey, what are you up to?
here is a sliver of earth
between two gravid rivers  ?

Swelling  with milk
they quelled  dyslexic lands 
that dried and cried in nobody’s tongue.
they too had...

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My attempt 
          to capture
          your beauty on canvas
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Her chest heaves 
in slow-burn motion
like pain etched on her clamped spine...
and deep into a night sighing death's nearness, 
brows mark a skull 
tattooed upon mementos,
while lungs attempt to wake frail twilight.
The skull resting on...

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