ronald-p-chavez
American
Ronald P. Chávez was born in the valley of Puerto de Luna on the banks of the Pecos River in New Mexico. In Santa Rosa he was the owner of the famous Route 66 Club Café. During that epic time, Chávez and his Route66 café enjoyed fame in world wide major media which included books, television, magazines and newspapers. At that time, his writings began to catch fire. / . / In Taos, New Mexico Chávez has hosted and presented many poetry recitals in various venues, including SAMOS and National Public Radio. His poetry reflects passions of love and life in an earthy but edgy style and spirit. / Presently, Chávez is writing his first novel, set in Taos. / Chávez has recently published his book of short stories and poetry “Time of Triumph”. His poem “On the Edge of a Dream’ has been accepted for publication out of 7,000 entries by Poetry Rivals 2009 in the UK.
An old cowboy who was ruggedly cute
Was bedding down his best friend’s wife
Having the time of his life
Drowned in rot gut *****
Mistakenly thought his wrangler buddy didn’t give a hoot
Until the sudden moment his ex-best friend began to shoot
But he was in luck with uncommon fate
When St. Peter let him in the gate
Knowing he was just a crazy old cowboy coot
Drinking heavenly whisky straight out of his boot
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 6:30 AM UTC
Have seen
White crosses by the thousands
On a Normandy green moist mound
One read: Known only to God
Oh, my God! I stood on sacred ground
The universe is too small
To contain my sorrow
Have seen
Names
Names
Thousands of names
On Vietnam Wall
Where the courageous wept
While the tragic dead slept
Have seen
Changing of the guard
Sentinels sharp and tall
At Tomb of Unknown Soldier
Where no one can not weep
Where the fallen warrior sleeps
But no where have I Seen
Tombs of tyrants
Where people cry
Call to arms
Call to war
Holy war
Holy terror
Holy intent
No matter the name
All is inhuman horror
This I have seen
With my own eyes
Yet hard as I try
My soul
My heart
My spirit
I can not console
Eyes swollen
Gushing tears
I can not ignore my fears
Tell me how! Please tell me how
We can become
One world. One love. One clan. One kindness.
Where is this place where man’s
Caring sensitivity we must find?
Come out! Come out!
Into the light—fellowman
Up and about
Of this quagmire
Inside this deep, dark, deadly cave
Of death and hate
Which humans can not deny we crave
Madness, insanity
Tell me; shout it; is it to late to abate?
And settle for all time a peaceful fate
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
First light
Then the sun rises bright
Morning dew
Sparkles in the heavy green grass
Tiny clouds high in the blue sky
Tinged in pink catch my eyes
Little white butterflies
Dance in and out and all around
Of the wild alfalfa with wild delight
Like falling snow
Scattered in aimless flight
By the gentle breeze
After a long dark night
My heart pounds
Even though I know
That since I last saw your face
Has been but a short while
I think of you…
I smile
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
Last night
The sweet taste of you
Lingered into my dreams
When I awoke
It was still there
If only
If only
It could be
More than it seems
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC