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Riqui Velasquez Poem
Barely I stood
before being knocked down.
Presenting smiles
to hide my frown.
Long sleeves in summer
to hide the signs.
Conceal the bruises.
Scars of my binds.
In dark I sit
peering underneath.
Hoping not to see
feet coming on floor beneath.
I dare not look
Into pains eye.
Or there shall be a reckoning
that would be applied.
My tummy growls.
empty as my soul.
Other kids point
say hurtful words of droll
What more can I take?
What more can pain give?
Before scars are gone
And I can just live..live ..live!
Copyright © riqui velasquez | Year Posted 2024
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
In my reflection
see my reflection
all in what God has made.
I see all my flaws
whatever the cause
gently taken away.
In all His goodness.
In all His kindness.
He comes like rain to ground.
It pounds away
all that of dismay.
Undeserved gift of peace.
He who wears the crown
whose love knows no bound.
Constant wash of my sins.
Copyright © riqui velasquez | Year Posted 2025
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
Would I cut your lips away
Because of the words you speak?
With your glass half full, some see it as bleak.
What of your eyes,
Are they to be plucked?
Where you see fairness, some see as corrupt.
Watch what you say!
Sever your tongue!
Examine words before they leave your lungs.
Cover your ears.
Someone's speaking the truth.
The olds don't listen. Blame it on the youth.
A shot in the distance.
One side is down.
There are some who cheer even more, who frown.
What is the offense?
What is to be gained?
A voice now silent that went against the grain.
Sever my hands then,
For I hold what’s true.
With might and gentle placement, I'll lay bare for you.
Can you hear the cadence?
Do you feel hands to throat?
We’re choking God out, and all He wrote.
To love one another,
As His son did to all.
Winter, spring, summer, fall.
Untwist the tongue.
Let the scales fall from eyes.
See with your own those, in disguise.
For my tongue speak prayers.
My eyes, truth finders in Him.
And hands placed together all, no longer grim.
Copyright © riqui velasquez | Year Posted 2025
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
No one ever told me, it could be like this.
To have such a fine boy, whose life I'd miss.
To look at a face, grow into a face like my own.
Bass in his voice, could he be my clone?
If along our path, should we walk by.
Would I know him from his stride. My stride, coincide.
Are his thought that of mine? Does he tilt his head just so?
Absent from his world, how would I know?
I could only hope we have what binds.
A father. A son. Could God be so kind?
Copyright © riqui velasquez | Year Posted 2024
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
In the morning as I sit and watch you lay,
in what seems to be a playful bliss.
My attention is quickly taken by your milky white skin.
Caressed by lotions and perfumed by oil.
Forever young you have stayed.
And what seems to be angel dust, gleaming like fireflies in the sunlight
shines through the window and settles softly against the nape of your neck.
You move. Slightly so, but enough so what once covered your
lower back gently slips away.
As if undisturbed by time, your curvature would indicated the
absence of children.
You awake. With an inviting smile and a look familiar enough
not having to use words, I move in.....
in run the children.
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
There is a place—sweet as the breath that whispers your name—into
which love has gathered.
Inspired by the colors of your soul when fully extended in devotion,
Side by side with any rainbow, your magnificent hues shine through.
A place where linear time has no dominion,
Where souls in love can travel back to memories rekindled by the sight
of a smile.
I never thought I would stand alone in such a place, heart in hand.
A place where songbirds chime out the songs of ever after,
Like the pleasing sound of children playing.
And with my heart in my hands, my mind can only wander back
To the one who was supposed to meet me there...
At the doors of heaven.
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
In the space between earth and sky
Ill embrace a cloud to linger and lie.
Above it all clearly I see
Sheds of tears. Tearing of clothes, all for me.
Why do they cry now? Why not then?
No shoulder was given. No praise from men.
In the space between earth and sky
Ill embrace a cloud to linger and lie.
A smile for myself, from whence there was none.
The end of it all, It has begun.
I drift towards the heavens. Towards the gate.
With a whispered prayer, I lesson the weight.
In the space between earth and sky
Ill embrace a cloud to linger and lie.
Breaking sound of silence. Eyes cannot see.
The voices all around, speaking to me.
There, a voice of comfort leads the way.
Where I belong out of the whelm, and fray.
In the space between earth and sky
Ill embrace a cloud to linger and lie.
The cries now gone. The tearing all but done.
A light is shown… Ive overcome.
Copyright © riqui velasquez | Year Posted 2025
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
Let my Lord help you pass the hopelessness
and wage battle against the demon
that forces blade to wrist.
Let Him lay you gently down
upon still waters and place softly
to your troubling mind, a kiss.
Let my Lord rise you from the mat you lay
that forces needle to vein.
Let Him heal what poison race through
your body to bring you close,
to where He reigns.
Do not thrash! Be quiet. Be still.
In the silence behold, the Lamp on a hill.
Let my Lord temper your evil thoughts against neighbors
who build rage and hate forcing
hand to gun.
Let Him gather forgiveness in abundance
which opens your fists and lessons the weight,
bringing understanding to why he hung.
Let my Lord place His hand over your troubled ears
that hears words from false prophets, demons and men
Let Him be your fortitude that calms your seas.
Start a prayer with Heavenly Father and finishes Amen.
Do not thrash! Be quiet. Be still
In the silence behold, the Lamp on a hill.
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
In a higher plane
Against the grain
Along a concrete path.
In search of solace
from those among us
A devastating earthly wrath
Seeking pleas in faces
Running earthly races
Too fast to offer time
Giving chase
Looking for grace
From those in the mundane and grime
I hear a voice say
“Come now, leave the fray.”
“I bear what holds you true.”
His voice, that of verse
Of choir, of song traverse
As if coming from the pews
I see the Man
Holding in his hands
He summons me my gift
A musical note
For me to dote
My life dream now adrift
My note strung together
In a song that’s now forever
Orchestrates still in my heart
Serenades in my veins
Crescendoes my plains
A distinct timbre, no man can part
I hold my note and know
What came with no ribbon, no bow
Came from He above
If im your Adam, you my Eve
We are when three conceive
God, faith and love
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Riqui Velasquez Poem
Sitting here again. Eyes closed.
You? You’re here, never far.
Table for two, linen dressed in floral patterns bringing out your eyes.
Coffee for me. Tea and cookie for you.
Holding your hand I reluctantly let go.
Two swirls to the right. One to the left.
A tap for good measure. Subtle blow from your lips.
A beloved sugar cookie.
An indulgence to ease the toils of the day to come.
How I envy the rim of your cup.
How I long even the slightest touch left on the spoon.
You look across. I look back lovingly. There’s no mistake.
In your eyes our story unfolds within them.
The laughs, the cries, the love.
I look around at the decor searching for the littlest
signs that this could be heaven. An indignation of a life before you
is not sought, Nor welcomed.
An indignation now without you is more than I
can bare.
I open my eyes. As I choke back the here and now, my senses
betray me of your presence. My longing won’t let me pass this moment
I shared with you. Its all I know.
It’s where I have lived, am living and choose to live forever.
I’m accompanied by a wandering pain tormenting my soul.
A sadness stringing me along life’s path.
I’d thought to die in your arms.
To hear your whispers sending me off.
To feel the stroke of your hands to my face.
I glance down at the table and there,
A sugar cookie.
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