Y. Poems

MY NAME ISN'T Y ITS YOLANDA STOP IDENTITY FRAUD

THE SEVERE THREATS FROM CORRUPT KILLERS MY HUSBAND NAME IS NOT ANTHONY C KING I HAVE NEVER REFERRED TO MYSELF AS Y FOR WHAT I LOVE MY NAME WHOLE GOTDAM NAME YOUR FRAUD IMPERSONATING ME COMMITTED FRAUD AGAINST BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI GUNMEN BROKE INTO MY HOME IN TAMPA STEALING MY

X And Y

At the end of the Civil War in a distant land where most animals parted ways, one specific animal hid and stayed in different habitats to survive.  This animal has travelled many lands and seas over time,  seeing and meeting almost all creatures that existed everywhere in the modern world.

  Two minds

Fireside Cuddling Was So Nice - Your Choice Y

Spring                      
       brings 
             Paradise.

Farewell 
         to Winter's

C R I S P Y

Crunchy and crusty
Rippled chips
Ideally fragile
Salty
Providing a
Yummy snap

j u n k y a r d

Jolly good time
Under the railroad tracks
Never know what you might find
Kalidescope of possibilities
You accumulate a pile of goodies
Alchemists would be jealous
Relishing my variety of dubious choices
Delightful place to find treasure, car parts, used gum

M Y L I F E

 
 
 
Grow.Heal.Prosper 
 
M Y    L I F E ! 
 
 
I feel like my life is like a boat , the boat is my life everything I’ve worked hard for ! My survival a place that I dreamed of creating for my children and I ! but all

Starless Promise

How can I try for the stars,
When I can't even afford to keep it bright?
How can I chase the moon through iron bars,
When dawn denies me even candlelight?

I dream of rings, of veils, of vows once said,
Yet pockets echo where gold ought to gleam.
The future sleeps on floors I’ve barely tread,
My hands still building scaffolds

D Y S T O P I A

[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my

RECITATION just my opinion Y

RECITATION pinnacle of participatory poetics

C R E A T I V I T Y

soul searching

 paint with words

   spontaneity
 
 imagination 
     inspiration
faith
&
spiritual  

 simplicity

&  serendipity 

in awareness

 lucidity
  insight 
imagery 

perspective
 & perception

resonate
with
art
 daily

Ode to Death

Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe,
Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below.
Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand,
Doth lead us to the undiscovered land.

Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night,
And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight.
Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate,
Doth sever souls from bodies animate.

Yet in

Whispers of Despair

Spiraling down the old forsaken road,
Oh, the dirt—the burdensome load!
Can I not drift, afloat on a boat?
This despair, a weight I never sought.

Mind awake with dreams unfulfilled,
Hope decays with each passing beat.
Noises loud, yet silence lingers—
Does this path lead to eternal defeat?

Life walks hand in hand with the night,
Does spring not spread its golden light?
The

ART APPRAISAL Y twinku

BRAQUE

cubist

creations

ROUSSEAU

variagated

vegetatioj

SCHWITTERS

assembled

artefacts





TWINKU a double word distich with integral title

El perro y la muerte

¿Hay alguien más leal que un perro? 
¿¡Hay alguien que te espere en la puerta 
de tu casa moviendo su colita!?

Aquel día a ese animalito al que alguna vez 
llame hijo no  me esperaba más en la puerta de mi
casa , pensé por un instante que se había escondido 
porque haci solíamos jugar pero

P O E T R Y aldravia

      


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