"diaz" poems
She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands,
Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen,
And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain
Of the loneliness she's going through,
But we've all been there too.
Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars
You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring
He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave
And the hole that it left there inside of his chest
Is a canyon a thousand miles deep
We all know how that feels.
So praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars
There once was a King who so burdened with grief
Walked into death so that we could find peace
He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet
By them we are healed, by them we are healed.
So praise God we don't have to hide scars
Yeah we know His are covering ours
Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God
Oh His are covering ours
So Praise God we don't have to hide scars.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I once slept
with a few sophisticated rats,
5 to be exact,
on a pull-out couch
from a garage sale
in corona, queens
they had ivy league IQs;
double majors in
evasion and skullduggery,
and a crush on my left thumb....
*the one you ****** on as a kid...,*
posited dr diaz,
my shrink with an md
from the lesser antilles
like freaks,
they came out at night,
in indian file...
as the raging moon dipped
below my cracked glass window,
and a cimmerian shroud
swallowed its receding light,
and I snored...
on the couch,
left thumb hanging loose
near the floor
where a heavily highlighted
textbook lay wide open...
cued by the dipping moon
or the rhythmic rasp
ripping through the room
like a stihl chain saw,
the curious 5 whisked
over the persian rug,
or was it soiled chinese?
like I said
they had ivy league IQs....
thus my heavily cheesed
wire traps
remained engaged
but cheese-less...
as the curious 5 converged
around the couch
for dessert...
~
I skipped mgmt 301 at 10
and dr diaz gave me
a rabies shot:
4 doses ig,
a sterile bandage
for my shredded left thumb,
and a referral
to his realtor...
~ P (Pablo)
(8/8/2013)
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads
Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their mist
Pilar sold her virginity
for a few bars of gold
wrapped in an old ladies hatred
she murdered her vows
Mexico is a land of smiles
the knife only glints
in the Aztec sun
as they bury you
after eating your heart
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Diaz Cameron
Always reads the Cedameron
In the orinigal Ilatian.
What a mowan!
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Glamorous night. Dark knight
Knocking on my door. On the floor
I step. Sleepy. Looking for a candle
To light. Still: it’s a glamorous night,
Though it’s a time of the fight...
Another knock on the oaken door.
I shout: “Hey there! Can’t wait anymore?”
Having found a light, I greet the stranger.
Am I in danger? “Enter, good knight!”
-What a glamorous night!
-How can I help you in this hour of late?
-I’ll free Castilla and ***
With destiny this is my date!
...These words! I recognise him:
It’s El Cid.
A man of arms - still man of wit.
-My good Sayid, you’d better
Have some sleep.
-You’re in the right, good master.
It’s very nice to have a friend like you
In times of such disaster...
Morning light - straight in my face.
‘Twas a glamorous night! Warm embrace
Given by my wife... Wait!
I’m married not! I do not know
This lady. She’s not completely
Of my sort!.. This man - Rodrigo Diaz?
I finally wake up - it’s midnight.
Snow now is falling down.
It rarely snows in Spain,
As you might know.
’Twas just a dream...
6.2.2002
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
My Brother My Wound
BY NATALIE DIAZ
He was calling in the bulls from the street.
They came like a dark river —
a blur of chest and hoof — . . .
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
It's untitled because I'm still dreaming it up
designing their costumes
applying their make-up
I think one of them should say funny things
bringing the audience to their knees
Yeah...
the ideas are pouring in
Okay, I've got it
Act I
FADE IN:
that's where I'll begin
You never know what Zoe will say next...
she'll be hysterically funny, and very complex
(playing my protagonist)
bringing bubbles of joy
(even to my antagonist)
Yeah..
Zoe tends to do funny things
not even realizing the laughter she brings
because everyone will see themselves
in the situational stories she tells...
Act II
Zoe loses her shoes...
she thinks they're magic
(it will seem quite tragic)
maybe you'll cry
and, you won't know why
you'll just find it sad
to watch a person that's normally so happy, and glad
just to be in this world
to have emotions that swirl
you'll be cheering for her
to get back to the way things were
before she thought she lost her shoes
the ones she thinks are magic
(she's gonna have the blues)
I'll write a transition here
it comes from, Carlos Diaz, he'll be a true friend...
(he'll help her transcend)
Act III
Zoe finds her magic shoes
(but she'll have to pay some kind of price, or fee)
I'll have her find a key that will make her see...
that she can get back to the way things were
before she began to swerve
thinking life had way too many curves
(it seems so unlike her)
Yeah, he'll help her get back to the beginning
when she found humor in the darkest places
even in the eyes, and expressions of the all the strange faces
that had been tossed her way...
because her imagination was busy at play
Yeah..
You'll be so happy for her
that she's finally back to the way things were
her friend, Carlos Diaz...
he'll be the one to remind her of all the joy she can bring
(by this point you'll all want to sing)
because Zoe can find humor in almost anything.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
If I had the body of Nicki Minaj
The voice of Beyonce,
The dance moves of Ciara,
The acting skills of Cameron Diaz,
The brains of Oprah Winfrey
And the creativity of Tyler Perry,
I'd be totally FaKe!!!,Yes you got me right!
Why?because I wasn't born to be alike with anyone,
And neither were you,
So don't compare yourself to anyone,
Give yourself a break!
You're different from everyone else,so why bother being like someone else?its an impossibility anyways,.
Embrace your individuality.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Looked for you the other day
Looked for you-ooh the other day
So sorry, couldn't find you
So sorry, couldn't find you....
Still feel so bad, how could this be?
We really once were so close!
I know you'd say....hey, it's ok
I know you'd say.... hey, man, it's ok
Cos I'm not there at all
No, I'm not there at all !
I'm somewhere else, someday you'll see
Yeah, you ALWAYS had to go first!
Diaz, the discoverer!
Always searching
Looking and finding things
That others NEVER see......
S T, 02 June 2013
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
Inheritor
Inheritor of life liver of Moment's
to Skipper of day,
of but who else only I I am and can speak for that man,
so then speak your matter’
I choose to skip this matter’/ click they're choose/ /click I'll skip.
Their choose /click
Skip again. /their choose/ click yes that's I and I'm looking for two man? ( two of the crowd yelled as if they must know the higher pitch voice ‘two man’.).
Then on a higher but feather ReSound one of the crowd duplicating the previous but louder ‘Two mann’ as if shock and disbelief. Now everyone gets it! /Click everyone now faces each other just like that /click I'm looking for a keeper and hold man, /click begin staring at each other just like that \click ‘SO'
/Click then just like that ‘hold /click I'm that man/ click great you're coming with me/ click I'm ready /click…….
Just like that click I'm the keeper man /click
You're coming to/ click I'm ready /click my brothers finally.
JOEY DIAZ
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
She’s like Cameron Diaz.
She so wants to be
More than just my **** Buddy.
She swallowed my ***
And thinks she’s so unique.
I’ve got news for you, Babaloo:
They all swallowed my ***
Liters & gallons
Barrels & tank loads.
There is nothing worse
Than a woman who thinks
You owe her something.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
Huck: a perfect example
Of the effect bio-mechanical
Protocols have on the human mind,
Saludos, amigo!
“Hats Off to Larry!”
DEL SHANNON- " HATS OFF TO LARRY " (W/LYRICS ...
▶ 2:03 www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXpJVmxHXc8 Nov 7, 2009 - Uploaded by rwells47 LYRICS: “Once I had a pretty girl, Her name it doesn't matter; She went away with another guy-- Now he won't...”
(That’s right, another commercial ad right in the middle of a freaking poem. $Ka-ching, Ka-ching!$)
Or, “That's Some Bad Hat Harry.”
“Ever notice at the end of shows there are those cards that fill the screen with names of bizarre production companies, sometimes animated and sometimes with sound (“That’s some bad hat, Harry.”)? Those are called vanity cards. When writer/creators form their own production company (and they all do) they’re entitled to a vanity card.”
Case in point?
Forgive my self-promotion but
The sheer freaking brilliance of
The character that is HUCK,
Simply overwhelms me
Now, there’s a secretive dude.
It took us 5 freaking seasons to
Get his real freaking name.
Diego Muñoz:
What else don’t we
Know about you, Huck?
Huck, you perfectly twisted,
Psychotic, psychopath
I’ve grown so fond of.
Of course, you have always
Been acting a part,
Playing a role,
To wit: Guillermo Diaz.
You’ve come a long way,
A very long way, from Jersey,
Memo.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Diaz
Diaz was from Portugal, his first Bartholomew
In 1487, rounded Good Hope, bid adieu
For going on to India was for Da Gama's crew
King Manuel sent 13 ships with Diaz and Cabral
And April 22, 1500 claimed Brazil
Half the fleet, when on return, in Jones' locker laid
But the six remaining, spice-filled ships for the voyage paid
Da Gama
Da Gama, he was Portuguese
For Indian Ocean trade
He sailed four ships, if you please
With Indian guidance for aid
1497 is when Vasco hit the sea
And sailing 'round the Cape of Good Hope, quickly found that he
Would require some assistance from a local native guide
Together crossing Arab sea and in Calicut ending ride
But though Da Gama and the Indians didn't hit it off
He still returned to Lisbon toting spices and their cloth
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
We need to talk
I’ve got a bruise in the shape of Tom Cruise;
It’s on my back next to the Charlie Sheen tattoo.
It’s time I stopped picturing all these actors,
But still I see Bruce Willis’ face on all the posters.
Cameron Diaz is listening to jazz
And I’ll thank her please if she will give me a lap dance.
I drop my pants looking for some kind of romance,
But all I find is someone playing Una Mas.
I wouldn’t normally mind,
But they are playing way out of key
And woe is me if I can’t get what I need to make me happy;
I need to watch Mr. Bean.
Watching Van Damme for five whole seconds;
That’s enough of that, I surely do reckon.
You can’t sell me anything in your television adverts.
If I need something I will buy it;
To your lies I will not listen.
Movie stars and five star ratings.
Who do I complain to about talk show hosts,
Who act like they are dating,
The person they interview?
Get to the real questions;
We have had enough of you
And your luvvie ways,
Telling them they are great.
Why not ask them about their drugs habits?
Their exes, their fights and headline stories?
You smile, you fake, you are in love; you idiot.
An actor is just a man or a woman,
An interviewer is just a puppet.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
(inspired by Junot Diaz & ...life)
I. the scars are just proof// of the internal pain showing// the external blame it's blooming in brain. the more blows and strikes the more she bends her will to never come home that night for blame.
II. direct voicemail after numerous calls// like going through a lifeless withdrawal// she waits// anticipates// for when you may pick up the phone. so alone and waiting for phone calls ever fading// her voice trails off to a silent whisper// she knows deep inside no one will ever miss her.
III. palms are precious. hands cradling the future present and past// signifies how long you'll hold on to the mast or a sail of a sinking ship. in other words when your hand meets hers then draws away//she can feel the deterioration of a long lasted relationship drifting off some place.
IV. her smile radiates like a thousand suns. but her tears are a million in one. she'll cry oceans and rivers// she'll cry streams and reservoirs// to stop the hurt from creeping in when no comfort seems to create.
This is no secret- it is something to tell. appreciate her// respect her// treat her well. because my friends they come and the lines they go by// this is how you lose her// and now you know the reasons why.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Second Mouth
BY FRANNY CHOI
Other-lips whispering between my legs.
What they called black hole not-thing
is really packed full of secrets. A rebel mouth . . .
Listen
It Was the Animals
BY NATALIE DIAZ
Today my brother brought over a piece of the ark
wrapped in a white plastic grocery bag.
. . .
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
A / Korean / friend of my mother’s returned
from Seoul with a gift for me / a Hanbok /
glowing with violent shades of pink and yellow
when I settled the / chima / on my shoulders
and tied the / jeogori / around my waist
I felt like a / white girl / in an / oriental costume /
The year I turned six / my white brother /
brought me to his school when they talked
about / South Korea / a real live / Korean /
to ooh and aah at while a map on the whiteboard
displayed my far off land for them to ogle
with / wide eyes / I leaned into the mirror
that night and ogled my / small eyes / that no
amount of widening could make / white /
All those / white / kids called me / ***** /
Like / ***** / in your armor? I thought
When / my white brother / got married no one
thought I was there for him everyone
thought I was there for his / Vietnamese /
wife. We’re here for the / white boy / his / Korean /
friend drawled. My ally in this sea of / white /
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
I stand in my night garden
Drenched in the need of its moonglow
The cool autumn wind whispers
secrets of the seasons to come.
On a night,
when rustling floral leaves
Move slowly in the air
about my feet.
Like playful spirit's.
The last of the autumn sun
falls below the horizons abyss.
Leaving only darkness
as it steals the last of the light.
An everlasting moon
glows its welcome presence.
Spilling its milktoast silvered light
In pools upon the pathway.
A chorus of stars awaken in unison.
And the night sings its song of peace
My heart weeps joyful tears
overwhelmed by this
autumnal nightglow.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Agains me!
As a kid I was Quicker’ faster’ and stronger Than the rest of flesh! Of all but in all. I Loved the best, please ask the rest! and i Gave the most please ask the rest when I Had to share i took care of such thing I was Not rare. But been fare, now I see’ how they All dare” to not be there” Not one pair’ or one Alone’ thought of me, as if u dont see my Misery” never did i ever past and saw u last. Please ask another life. Or stand there and Wai to be told. How could I have not seen The signs if they were written in sounds of Silence alone. And probably i should have Notice, but i was to be see not paying Attention to my life lesson. That all this time They were carved in cold stone. ...all life”
All of us..billions of them. And I rest. Dead with not one
friend..
JOEY DIAZ♿
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Que era la placentera idolizacion de simbolos y escritura, en los años atras, se hablaba menos ferozmente.
Y el movimiento se hizo mas adentro y en esa tuvieron que montar un simbolo de sorpresa, ayunando lo hicieron todos los dias.
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC