Category: Poetry
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Happy Birthday Poet Al Robles (1930-2009)
Poet, servant of the people. How you served plates of rice and fish and poetry that stuck to the mind and nourished the heart in a place called Manilatown. Your love for the elders of our community was always true. You served the food of love and compassion amidst those who would come and pluck…
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Cat’s Meow
Cat’s Meow Ducks in a row. Chickens counted. ScapeGoat escaped. Dog my best friend.
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to Walk
to walk blind, i couldn’t find the open door my mind wouldn’t leave couldn’t conceive more than meets the eye until i tried.
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to Dis
to dis sew she ate crow know ledge to yous wings sew she sings jar ring rhymes
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The Woman Who Looked Like Nina Simone
You caught my eye even with your mask a pandemic badge of the mouth yet your eyes spoke as you moved about the store black woman under the glare of florescent light, wading in your own music, your own rhythm while the canned music played over the thrift store speakers And Nina’s voice comes through…
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Writing
Writing wiggly words in a woody world uncurling on pages from trees crossing the seas of our souls riding the rails of slavery telling tales of bravery you and me read We.
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to Rise
to Rise like the sun bring energy where there was none have some fun before it’s done.
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to Free Leonard
to Free Leonard how can we be free when we stay apart hide inequality with lies cry crocodile tears for forty eight years?
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to Rage
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activity
activity did doing about to still infinity me
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eventually
eventually i wake up with me i see what each kept close while threatening who i be i’m free
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Early Morning in a Kansas City Hotel
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Manong in Hendersonville, NC
(Author’s note: Manong–A term of respect when addressing an older Filipino man. It means older brother, or elder; one that has lived through the hardships of life) No matter where I go or where I move, a manong will always find me No matter where I’m working or what daydreams creep behind me he is…
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in the dark Morning
in the dark Morning Bobo’s there. He barks at Deer, Fox, Coyote or Bear. When Sun rises he’ll see Me and wag his tail. We’ll walk together and see our breath in Air.
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Familiar food for the Latino/a/x Community in Hendersonville
From Mexico, El Salvador, Guatamala And their nopales tongues sing nopales songs and speak nopales poetry and rituals And from their hands come: Chayote Jalapenis Peras Limon Cebolla Banana Yucca Tomatillos Frijoles Arroz In a place called Hendersonville