Long Latina Poems

My early 20s Eldest Black Lives Matter Son
wears his disabling ADHD label uncomfortably,
impatiently,
like a possibly self-redeeming crown
but with unfortunate MessiahComplex thorns
as the Great WhiteMan's sacrificial lamb.

His First, and hopefully last, Girl
is an ADHD Latina,
with sparkling...

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(alternately titled: a pudendum posse petty filed trophy - 
by hy phen - made declarative).
 
Appearance of the New Courier
(with namesake "Georgia Ives")
flew into the courtroom
faster than Bold face WingDings.

After the judge opened
waxed sealed envelope...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see...

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I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!

I have a need to make a poet bleed,...

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He moved about the shopping mall,
was having a hell of a time,
he knew just what he wanted here,
but it was proving hard to find.

He had quite a specific type,
you could usually find it here,
he’d always...

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7/10/2018
I used to think a mother was just somebody who made babies
I used to think if I made one, my child would save me.

They'd tell me once you got a kid, you gotta let go...

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(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column...

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On my Horizon Where Shines Your Light - 
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)

Oh my beloved, your dark eyes enthrall,
on my horizon, your Latina heart does call.
Your beauty shining, ever out of my...

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Only little black girl at  school and her white friends admired her ‘tan’ 
–“I'm brown all over” she told them, proudly motioning to all her body.  
But skin color can be an issue
...

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BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru 
Madre de dios...

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Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams
Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms
This is just me, and myself

There are people           there     ...

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Make for the corner, Fresno-Whittier
(there’s neighborhoods a whole lot prettier):
it’s probably ten-ninety-six,
but don’t draw weapons – that’s a Nix.
The man before you’s not a “perp”,
so don’t come on like Wyatt Earp.

Latina (claims she’s J-Lo’s cousin)
talking...

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Homeboy’s got it going on
Swagger tighter because of the stash of money
Tied in rubber bands underneath his bed
Modern Day Romeo, with hints of Mercutio trailing
Right into my ear, easing honey on my lips
Imprinting his fingers...

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Yes I did
I picked the wrong one
And every time I look back
The angrier I get
The worse I feel.
Because the heart is a fool
it never learns
And it never gets any better
The commitment made
Without any follow through
Was...

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So, what is a poem, anyway?
  Should it have a fixed number of lines?
    Should it rhyme all the time?  

Should it be passionately romantic?
...As my lissome Latina lover
 ...

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I put on makeup so I can feel beautiful

Put up curtains so I can feel at home

Got a baby that's half a family

20 years old looking 15

In the middle of the ghetto and gentrificA-town

By the...

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Under Luna's Smile - A Collaboration With Michael P Clarke (Vladislav Raven)

Oh, Luna, in thy glory smile,
as love's most beautiful wonder, I now hold,
where we two do embrace, do linger awhile,
in your silver beams, our...

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I’m from the smell of cafe con leche dancing around the house and
los primos already full of energy in the backyard.
I’m from guava and cream cheese crackers for breakfast and 
the constant sound of abuela...

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Modern Slavery, 2011
V. Ortiz Vazquez


Ivory black covered in crimson blood
Rhythm of fears hides his God like stand
Scared by his image, he castrates the family violating the house jewel
Jewels
Dreams of home a man’s song 
Lyrics of...

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Palavras de poder - saiba como usar
Nossos poemas e outras palavras.

Palavras de poder são palavras que se usa para desencadear uma resposta psicológica ou emocional prevista. Elas são chamadas de “palavras poderosas” porque são tão...

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Labels, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Girl, teenager, young adult, woman
Hispanic, Latina, Puerto Rican
Sister, aunt, godmother
Lesbian, woman of color
How important are these labels?
Why use them to define myself?
Better, use to be boxed within brackets
Brackets many times use to...

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I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby 
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva 
Oh my Devina!

The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar, 
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing...

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Her name is LeiNah;
Pronounce Lena;
She is granddaughter of;
James Edward Lee Sr.

Today’s her birthday;
Oh, No she’s not latina;
But she’s a big dreamer;

A little princess, not a queen though;
She likes singing so;
Maybe she’ll be another Albertina Walker;
A...

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Oh, Luna, in thy glory smile,
as love's most beautiful wonder, I now hold,
where we two do embrace, do linger awhile,
in your silver beams, our love is told.
My most beautiful dream, I now hold in my...

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