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Come, feel my pain, and cry with me:
grieving my loss to wind and sea.
As wailing winds mocked children's screams,
Maria washed away my dreams.
When a surge of water drowned Hope,
Puerto Rico struggled to cope.
To lose all, even who you are;
outweighs the loss of home or car.
Puerto Ricans felt all alone,
America's heart turned to stone.
Collapsed homes, with no walls or roofs;
get pimped by the news: out for spoofs.
No lights on in the streets and bars:
night skies were reclaimed by the stars.
And, as in a hypnotic trance:
Fear joined Death in a ghoulish dance.
Pray to God, if you feel you must,
but food and water's what I trust.
My life was destroyed on that day
as I watched bodies float away.
Rebuilding
By Franklin Price
10/12/2017
Rebuilding all, is what we do
We did it after World War Two
Rebuilt Japan and Germany
And they had been our enemy
All their basics mostly done
Brought them back, it wasn't fun
It cost a lot of cash to do
To bring them back, their lives renew.
Now we find ourselves today
Hurricanes have come our way
Our islands now, we must restore
Nature did it, not a war.
Situation dire, and yet we fret
What about their present debt?
It's about the peeps, not politics
We're acting like a bunch of pricks
Puerto Rico, ruined, there you see
They are our own, not enemy
Must bring them back, again as new
That's the least that we should do
It's the people, not the government
The hurricane has come and went
If they had elected you,
There's nothing that you wouldn't do
If the media is telling lies
About withdrawing, I despise
all them, and their hate for you
You can't do that, if it is true
We must rebuild our island lands
Slammed by the eye and outer bands
Now's not the time to think of debt
Congress could pay, with graft, I'll bet
Isle of enchantment (Puerto Rico) (3/15/12)
It was the isle of enchantment where I fell in love
The isle where dreams flourish and grow
And your heart is with the one you know.
Where two hearts will become as one
Underneath the Caribbean sun.
Love is in the air and on the beach too
That is where I fell in love with you.
The isle of enchantment called PUERTO RICO
The island that you must get to know.
The beaches with their crystal clear waters
And beautiful white sands
Will make you feel as if you’re in the promised land.
How can I not be in love with you?
When you make me feel whole
How can I not be in love with you?
When you touch my inner soul.
In you hope I found- and you turned my life around
You have shown me what it is to live
And to you my love I give.
I never knew what love was before
Till you opened up that door.
The moment I held you in my arms
And kissed you passionately
Right then I knew- another one there can never be.
The isle of enchantment captured my heart and soul
And with you is where I belong.
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
She told a story aof the men she
had been involved with.
They put her at the front of the room and
talked to the various people.
Due to the sensitivity of the topic
she played nice and refused to give
names.But anyway: minutes into
the conversation she took out a chart.
The roman numerals had name
beside them.
I. First Love...Cute and Conveinent
A. Her Freind used the oppurtunity
to tell her she was against this
type of relationship.
B. She was 17 and found that people
who oppossed her would tell her
Male freinds people not her.
C. Her father liked the guy but didn't
see him as someone serious enough
to marry his daughter.
D. They ended there relationship due
to outside pressures.
II. Guy Two: after three meaningless dates
she found someone she really liked.
A. Nine months in at 18 she thought
She was pregnant. She told her
mother she didn't love him he
was just special. After she found
she wasn't pregnant, she began
to date his freind. This guy fought
her brother and father. And in the end
he fought his former freind missing him
more then her.
III> This guy she meet during the previous relationship
A. One day She began singing"I'm In Love"
She called her mother and told her she was in love.
B. She had losted plenty friends and her brother and
father refused to be a part of her love life:due to fighting.
C. She took a pic5ture where she and this guy were sitting
side by side on two horses. In the Photo they were kissing.
he was a short guy from Puerto Rico, they called him Shorty
Rico; a muscular man with long hair.
No matter communication
betwixt us askew,
spontaneity explains reason I dashed
off this poem for thee and thy beau
pattern ally conscious at obvious clue,
how overjoyed, (though a
self subdued exclude did dude) due
tuff fully feels beholden to
toil let past hateful indiscretions
jackknifing kindred luck,
and quite convenient
for me to eschew
avoidance behaviour (my specialty) etu
Brutus tangled with Popeye ignoring
sailor man turned beastie boy, no foo-
ling, sans spinach (spin age) of my boyhood
fighter, aye linkedin hearty genuine parental
affection culled forth
since your joyous birth,
ah how the years flew
and fierce determination grew
a strong vibrant young lady,
with BOTH brains and brawn, a hue
man... er woman, whose
heart could melt an igloo,
thus thy motive of this
very reformed gentile Jew
nary a whit of genealogy I learned,
hence this schlemiel lets
out eclectic Kathmandu
gestalt steeped, not the
least familiar about Semitic customs,
smidgen much less
than mine parents knew,
which deems yours truly cock eye loo
wee, perhaps this poem
not very a moo
zing to ye, yet
an extemporaneous whim
kindled this papa to write,
especially, when mother came home
exhausted, yet alight
with bubbling ebullience
at dazzling bright
unbridled vibrant warm
yawping zealous delight
displayed between thee,
our eldest daughter,
she (mother) burst with excite
ability, her frothing, gurgling,
and harboring flight
of fancy, thee, and respectable
gentleman from Puerto Rico
fit like a hand glove - and also
approximately the same height
no deterrent for me to gauge insight
and reckon both perfect
as day and knight!
Dancing in time, bringing in the heartfelt holiday
Wafts of women in full traditional costume of Puerto Rico
Gyrating in the streets, teasing the crowd with their prowess
From old to young, they make their point in colorful garb.
Boy children and men standing around in the night
Pretending not to notice the wafts of women who are now singing
Adding so much rhythm and joy, everything feels new and fresh.
If there was ever a prettier sight, I cannot fathom it.
When the band stops playing, the crowd coaxes it to keep going.
So the violins and guitars are picked back up for two additional songs.
It is a memory I am fond of, one that pops up when I need her.
The day I danced in the street in Puerto Rico! Nothing better.
There is no real life without love and no love without life. Both can be beautiful, but like roses, they also produce thorns. The two entities must co-exist and draw fuel from each other. There is the pain in both, like power from positive and negative charges. We do not always welcome it with open arms, but there is no life without pain.
Long before I knew or even met her who became 'The One', there were other relationships, most of which were short-lived with sad endings. Two of them are very noteworthy and taught me early-on about life's enduring character. We can be rocked and bulldozed by them if we do not learn to come to terms and 'move on'. Romantic and relationship encounters that go sour and south can strike one at the very core of the soul and render its victims helpless. It is a very curable experience for most of us, but it is also a most memorable one.
For two summers in a row, I was charmed, swept into the arms and hearts of beautiful human beings only to be emotionally beaten up one summer, and abandoned the next summer by circumstances some two thousand miles away. These two promising loves had barely begun before they quickly ended, never having the chance to complete what could have been. From Chicago, one returned to South Dakota, and the other returned to Puerto Rico.
One has to be reminded that events of emotion and passion, though ever so pure, innocent, and sincere, do not have to end one's hope for a lasting love. Emotions and passions come and go like seasons, but like summer always follows springtime, my lasting love came with a beautiful smile later that summer.
07112018PoetrySoupContest, An Incomplete Love Story, Faraz Ajmal
Gladys woke with you beside the sea,
The dawn was whispering silently,
The mountains glowed with a golden flame,
And called the morning by your name.
The tide was breathing soft and slow,
Its silver secrets each only know,
The palms bent low as if they heard
The hush between each tender word.
The light unwrapped the sky in gold,
More precious than the pearls of old,
No jewel could match this moment’s grace,
Nor treasure shine like your dear face.
The sunrise burned, the world grew wide,
But all its splendor stayed inside,
Where love was brighter than the swirls,
Of sea and dawn, beyond the pearls.
___________
Authentic
An American hero
that's all you have to be
An Italian restaurant ad in pink Miami
and the bright pleas of a broken black poet
Images juxtaposed
with her crooked shoes
in a bedroom corner left
forgotten
A mother dies
and nothing remains
the same
except us
her children
Authentic
American heroes
that's all you have to be
____________
Notes:
[ I prepared this for court because a question was raised about my mother's will ]
My mother was born with the name Estackia N••••s in Puerto Rico.
My experience, as one of her 7 children, was the vantage afforded me of growing in the presence of a true American hero.
Without a husband or father in the home and without any other relatives to help, she single handedly lifted us out of dire poverty. she bought a house and afterwards, decided to finish her education. she had only completed the sixth grade, because she had to work to keep her own brothers and sisters from literal starvation.
She got a GED ( General Education Diploma) and afterwards, she began attending college, around the time that I was in high school, to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor, specializing in child psychology.
Eventually, we came to Florida, and she bought another house, and seeing a rather surprising increase in property values, she purchased and sold some lots. In the subsequent years, she purchased and sold many more homes, but continued to do all she could for each of her children; those things she thought would benefit them most.
My mother, Estackia N•••••s, also known as, Carmen C•••••••a, knew Exactly Who She Was in the world. That kind of character, and the motive that compels it, doesn't fail in the last instance in her will for her childrens' continued security and beneficence.