"lopez" poems
lady craighead played the blues
on a stand-up samick
in the ***** room
along side the parsons project
and squabbling dogs
and night moves
stairs creek
up the mezzanine trek
wool sheets slide
on finished floors
little angels
play late into the seventh
(a closing match nearing
the midnight hour)
croaking toads and cicada
sing in the blue moon
musty smells and mothballs
settle deep in the vault
the kettle boils
and cat coils
as the pump house rolls
its heavy drawl
the red phone rings
and bird clock sings
(behind the ruddy stall)
a sleeman variation of the ruy lopez
employed heartily
by the incomparable master jack
marble toast burning
wringer wash churning
chris craft running
near the old carp canoe
rooster calls
and west wind squalls
rustle through the porch screen door
chicken *** pies
and rogue flies linger
a rocker chair placed
near the sepia face
(softened by the intricate frame)
donkey in tow
(with a fastened ***
maggie in her dreams
of green tambourines
the nocturnes
reflections
and whispering gospel bells
tractors pull on
the grinder stone
horses lay still
in the mid-day sun
a trump card is fingered
at the furnace click
(crosswords and puzzles are next!)
while the sparrow
*and that **** rabid fox*
are drowning
deep in castles well
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
When a handsome, charming teenager named Noah (Ryan Guzman) moves in next door
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, newly separated high-school teacher Claire Peterson (Jennifer Lopez) encourages his friendship and engages in a little bit of harmless (or so she thinks) flirtation. Although Noah spends much of the time hanging out with Claire's son, the teen's attraction to her is palpable. One night, Claire gives in to temptation and lets Noah ****** her, but when she tries to end the relationship, he turns violent.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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As I rest my head upon your chest each & every night.
The beat of your heart whispers softly into my ear
“Do not worry or be afraid sweetheart, because we
both know, that this has always been what is right.”
Then you say, “I am finally back where I have always
belonged. Our love has never faded, because stronger
then ever, I can still feel our two hearts beating as one.”
Lopez ©reationz 2010
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Dear Hot Straight Actresses,
Stop playing perfect lesbian characters on TV that cause me to become wet on lonely Thursday nights.
It’s the equivalent of waving double chocolate fudge cake in front of a menstruating woman who has just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
To name a few,
Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter on The L Word.
Stop it!
Naya Rivera as the sassy Santana Lopez on Glee.
Stop it!
Angie Harmon as butch goddess Detective Jane Rizzoli on Rizzoli & Isles.
You may be in the closet but you are gay and stop!
And Sara Ramirez and Jessica Capshaw as the married ****** Dr. Cali Torrez and Dr. Arizona Robbins of Grey’s Anatomy.
You…you keep going. You two give me hope.
Hope that someday my insanely high expectations will be met when my hot art collecting, sassy mouthed Doctor with handcuffs in her back pocket jumps from the screen and onto my sweatpants covered lap.
In this crazy assumption that I’ll end up falling out of an apple tree letting gravity push me into the arms of a woman who fixes my broken sense of reality with a amazing great hair and a wedding proposal.
Missing out on the
Hot barista who gives me an extra large when I ask for a small
or the
Budding **** artist who invites me to her galleries only to realize her muse has oddly the same hips as me.
or the
Best friend who is still stuck in the shadows of my closet.
Nope…didn’t see any of those.
I’m too busy watching the **** tube to see what low cut tops they can get away with before they leave the set and back to their husband and 2.5 kids.
All I’m asking is…
…when is it coming out on DVD?
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
Dance in the flowers of springtime like a flower without petals.
I have never heard of such.
Never heard of a flower without petals, a lion without a roar, a tree without bark.
These things are simply unheard of like sacred souls.
They never see these things or the stitches on your heart holding you together, never heard of a heart that doesn't love.
Never heard of a tiger without stripes and the pride of them , for what would we know if not these things?
What about Maya Angelou who told us of the caged bird that sings or Langston Hughes who taught us to take our dreams, spread our wings and fly with them?
A flame without heat is not so, it is ignited like the rage flowing through our veins when yet another African American boy is faced down,
on the ground,
unarmed,
with blood of his own flowing out of him.
Never heard of is it?
Just like the streets that would scream if they could speak, so would Andy Lopez if wasn't already six feet under just for being 13.
These are the things that are not unheard of, we just never hear them.
I think maybe it is time these things be recognized and not cast aside, so that maybe their is hope for a bright future.
That we might never have to see a world where flowers have no petals and lions no roar.
But finally at peace with no war.
Just love.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
(Love written in the heavens, a true tale)
I hear a gentle knockin at my door and go to see who it may be.
To my surprise it is a beautiful angel waiting there to greet me.
The angel says, "Child, you suffered darkness, lessons you've learned.
It is your childhood love and your soul mate, that I am here to return.
You must choose now to walk out the door, trust me and take my hand.
His heart yearns to return to the rightful finger, another golden band.
He's who the Father of the Heavens wrote for you into the book of life.
So now it is time to reassemble the true story of a husband and a wife.
It is time to let go of all that has brought you great torment and pain.
From this day forward, is only joy and bliss, no more sadness or rain.
20 years apart, fleeting encounters of great love were caused to hit & miss.
Today you must trust, I was sent here with your key to Eternal Happiness.
Lopez ©reationz 2014
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
I think the end is mine to write (Cry For You, September)
Tell me darlin’ where do we begin? (Feel Good Drag, AnBerlin)
And if I die baby just know that I never got over you (Clocks Remix, Tito Lopez ft. Coldplay)
I’ll never give myself to another like I gave it to you (Rehab, Rihanna)
Cause anything worth my love is worth a fight (I’m Free, Kenny Loggins)
You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling (Sugar Sugar, Baby Bash ft. Frankie J)
Why deny it? It cannot wait I’m yours (I Won’t Say I’m In Love, Hercules) (I’m Yours, Jason Mraz)
Why don’t you sit right down and stay awhile? (Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?, She and Him)
We can share a cigarette cause we’re both fools (Yesterday, Atmosphere)
I can’t believe that’s what you said, I wonder am I sick? (Disco, Metro Station)
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me (Soundtrack 2 My Life, KiD CuDi)
Nothin’ heard nothin’ said, can’t even speak about it (Disturbia, Rihanna)
Cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even (Breakeven, The Script)
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore (The Fear, Lily Allen)
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore (The Fear, Lilly Allen)
Take me to all that we had, the good and the bad (Never Forget You, Lupe Fiasco ft. John Legend)
These tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refuse to fall (Crooked Teeth, Death Cab For Cutie)
This is the way it’s really going down, is this how we say goodbye? (What Goes Around, J.T.)
Know that you could set the world on fire (Walking On Air, Kerl)
If you are strong enough to leave your doubt (Walking On Air, Kerl)
But baby, you make me better (You Make Me Better, Ne Yo ft. Fabulous)
And it makes me feel so fine I can’t control my brain (Island in the Sun, Weezer)
I keep on runnin’ and nothin’ helps, I can’t get away from you (Erase Me, KiD CuDi ft. Kanye West)
We can’t rewind now, we’ve gone too far (The Internet Killed the Video Star, The Limousines)
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you (Reflections, Atmosphere)
No matter where I am, no matter what I do, I’m always coming back home to you (Always Coming Back Home to You, Atmosphere)
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 3:20 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
there will never be a time
you are not
the Fat Sister
there will never be a time
you are not
less than
there will never be a time
you are not
disappointing your family
no matter how
your grades look
or
how much money you make
it will never be enough
you will never be enough
even if you are
taller than the redwoods
with
karli kloss's body and jennifer lopez's ***
you will never
be enough
even if you are
the president
of the ******* united states
you will never
be enough
you are always going to be
that Fat Sister
they love you almost as much
as the other two
but still less than,
less than and they make sure you know that
they make sure you know
as if maybe
if they love you less
it will be your motivation to lose weight
it will be your motivation to be what they want you to be,
what they have expected you to be since birth
but what grandma and mom and sister and auntie and everyone at the ******* dinner table don't know
is that with a little bit of perseverance and goodwill
anyone is beautiful
what everyone in front of the ******* tv don't know
is that you were never the Fat Sister
but you sure as hell had a fat heart
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Reflected onto the face of the sun is you.
You, who shine so bright
are an everlasting symbol.
A symbol of what?
Of the moon, of the stars.
Of it all.
And at the end of the day when I think about you
and I think about all of them,
The Boy With The Sunshine Face,
The Boy I Love More Than All Others,
The Boy With The Bandanna,
The Girl Not Named George Lopez,
The Girl Inconveniently Wearing Boots,
and all the others,
I think about love.
And I think about this group
and how we will undoubtedly fall apart.
And I think about how there's nothing we can do about.
Things change.
I'm the same, trust me. It's only that everybody else is different
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
Juxtapositional Refinement Redefined (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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== JRR ==
by
SassyJ
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Credits to: Angelina Lopez (HP Poetess)
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Juxtapositional refinement redefined:
When you meet beautiful souls we have been taught by the society to confine them. Like "I love you" but what does that word really mean. Does it mean "sharing in openness" or does it mean " been confined in expectations and obligations".
The paradigm that we live in as society is delusional. We have learnt to analyse the "in between" based on our analytical and logical systems. But how about going to the individuals involved and creating an open dialogue to talk about what the situation may be. This is a thorough and more accurate way of attaining acuity.
To flow in openness is like listening to 'harmonious jazz music' ...... it is like inhaling the beauty of the ginger scent in the breeze.
Life itself speaks to us and we don't have to make it complicated. If we only were able to have an open platform..... hearts that are blissful and not tainted by fear then we can redefine the contrasting views of dichotomy that we have as mankind.
In essence, If you haven't communicated to someone openly about something ...... we should never draw out conclusions. They will only be pre-judgemental notions oozing with constraining predefined and predetermined assumptions. Give everyone a chance and the world will smile!
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
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Zodiac
Killer Tsuomy
Miyazaki T e d
Bundy Saeed Ha
nuel Robert Pic
ton Robert Mau
dsley Robert Ha
nsen Moses Sith
ole Mary A n n
Cotton J e f f rey
Dahmer Huang
Yong G regorio
Cardenas Herna
Dez Gary Leon Ridgway Eliza
Beth Bart hory Dean Arnold Corli
Pedro Lopez Mary Bell Louis
V a. n S c h o o r
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Acceptance is overrated when being a Mommy is even better then popularizes falsehood&superficial; non-importance personal gain! or a daddy either way
whats gain if you gain nothing in life and if being a parent aint for you well good for you
this is to those who get down and ***** and do the right thing everyday for OUR BABIES from not yet born to 100 yrs old & GONE!
Acceptance is overrated when being a Mommy is even better then popularizes falsehood&superficial; non-importance personal gain! or a daddy either way
I gain kisses and paid in hugs, I gain wisdom from tiny fingers smudged in finger paints,
I have knowledge beyond my or their years from tears cuz of boboo's + shrieking laughter
& bedtime stories,
smile of chocolate face kisses & warm S'more sticky fingers covered in blankets of hair,
sleeping on my pillows in an over crowded bed of baby limbs, hands & feet from the tallest & oldest to the youngest or shortest .
From the I went ***** by my self to day... to the I fell off my bike ,
to the I can do all by my self mommy to the I'm going out with friends mommy,
from the can I have 50 cent to the 18 yrs old can I borrow ya car & get 50 dollar's
watch each close their pretty brown eyes as my pillow and room becomes theirs as we fall asleep to nick at night
(little bear or Hey it's Franklin )
and I'm kicked to the floor in my sleep !
{EVEN THREW THE STRIFE AND STRUGGLES OF MOTHER HOOD I'DNEVER REGRET
MY CHOICE TO GIVE BIRTH TO EACH & EVERYONE OF MY BABIES~~
YOUR WHATS IMPORTANT TO ME & MY WORLD/LIFE & I TY FOR MAKING IT SO MUCH BETTER!}
THIS MOMMA MAKES BEAUTIFUL BABIES!
ALWAYS ME LOVE YA MOMMA AYESHAH K.K.C.N. LOPEZ!
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 11:19 PM UTC
(Memories of a Far Away Land)
I miss the mornings when I could listen to the roosters that loudly crowed.
Open the window to the scent of fresh tortillas, from the abarrotes it flowed.
Everyday I would wake engulfed by mountains and their fresh fresh air.
Alonzo's voice carrying loudly, "Empanadas, Empanadas, get them here."
Daily cruises through the streets of Juarez Mexico I often will reminisce,
Ending up in Downtown Centro to buy whatever, it was anyone's guess.
I miss going to the little grocers to buy, mandarins, avocado and mango,
The long waits in line on the Bridges of America trying to cross to El Paso.
Bathing in metal tubs, washing clothes by washboard with your bare hands,
I'll forever keep the precious memories safely in my heart, of a far away land.
Lopez ©reationz 2014
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
**I said I wasn't going to do this today
but again for the third time you asked for it.**
Ranger Rick you thought that
if you used your Woody account
I wouldn't know that it was you.
You thought wrong.
Yea I **Blocked
Marcus Darcy or should I say Deena/Vicki..?
Angelina Lopez or should I say Brandon Nagley, Tommy Jackson, Tiberius Paulk...?
Frank Rizzo or should I say Gary L..?
James or should I say r,woody, tophat, Wilf Sporrat..?
>Wilf Sporrat is a complete wannabe Wolf Spirit<
Jake Muler, Bill Murray and ten others are also fake**
....................
**The things that you are inboxing Wolf's followers,
aren't true.
So Stop.
You guys are stalking him and his followers**
Thanks Woody for the Community Guidlines reminder,
maybe you should read the guidlines too or Shut up!
and stay off my page.
Its actually very funny how you blocked me but you still go on my page and leave comments...? Huh maybe we all should take a moment to ponder on that.
----> FYI <----
I was not put up to this by Wolf Spirit or anyone else....and I got my information from many different reliable sources.....
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
And leave it to Turturro
To steal the movie again,
A tour-de-force in a single character,
Repeatedly, consistently . . .
Except maybe one time.
"Raging Bull" 1980:
Turturro was "Man at Table,"
Uncredited, of course,
A man of no words,
A role difficult, constraining for any
Would-be Richard Burton,
Some shrew-taming Petruchio,
Over the top & out of a job,
Again.
Ask any director who
Directed in the 1950s and 60s?
"Difficult to handle," says Unanimous,
Auteurs & Schlock Filmmakers,
Alike.
Turturro too, needs special handling,
Or Jesus Quintana will chew up the scenery,
Emilio Lopez will be sneaky-sneaky-sneaky,
Materializing without warning over & over
Again.
Turturro: veteran of 60+ films,
*Barton Fink, Miller's Crossing,
Fading ****** The Color of Money,
Do the Right Thing,
O Brother, Where Art Thou?*
Turturro TV: Frazier, Monk & Miami Vice.
And others.
Turturro: a Brooklyn boy, Italian,
Roman-Catholic, the son of Katherine,
An amateur jazz singer who worked in a
Navy yard during World War II, &
Nicholas Turturro, a carpenter &
Construction worker who fought as a
Navy sailor on D-Day.
Turturro: attended the State University of
New York at New Paltz, completed his
MFA at the Yale School of Drama.
A life most worthy, capped off with
Amedeo & Diego, his two sons.
So, I'd like to thank The Academy,
In advance yet decades overdue:
A Lifetime Achievement Award, Johnny.
Recognition over the long haul.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
(Our fairytale love)
He has forever belonged to Me as I have to He.
Two teenage heartbeats that were attracted instantly.
A bond so natural, no amount of time, distance or evil
could ever be capable of breaking what dwelled within
these two hearts magnetized for all eternity.
Intertwined by the Heavens above until death and beyond,
a fierce and fiery true love and soul connection are we.
I am His Alpha and His Omega, His First and His Last,
His Beginning and His End and He has always been
The Only One For Me.
-A True Story-
Lopez ©reationz 2012
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
You thought he was just a game
Using him like he was a tool.
Believed you were smarter then him
But have only showed yourself a fool.
He loved you dearly because you birthed them
Always protecting you as if you were a precious gem.
Now that you are gone and his eyes are wide open
No longer he'll allow them used as monopoly tokens.
To love someone truly, is not to play juvenile games
Abusing genuine hearts will ultimately boomerang.
Now it is you who is scared, spilling lie after lie,
Instead of accepting fault, wolf is what you cry.
When things do not work out the way that you hope
It will be you who is the one struggling to stay afloat.
Lopez ©reationz 2014
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
.
I still see you many a night in my dreams.
Sometimes you are intensely amorous,
Sometimes out of sorts and filled with grief.
Other times you are just violent and mean.
When I awake, my heart is beating fast,
haunting feelings and tears due to our past.
My mind feels ridden with guilt and drained,
My soul completely devoured by torturous pain.
God please know, I regret wrong choices made,
I walked out the door with so much left unsaid.
I did not have heart or courage to watch their face,
I turned around simply disappearing without a trace.
Lopez ©reationz 2014
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
Im not your courtesan
Im not your Hon.
Im not your paramour
Im not a cheat or dumb.
Im not your's
You arent mine.
Call me whatever
Thats OK trust me im fine.
Im not your playwhore
Or your little concubine.
Im angelina lopez señor
Sorry, not your type.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
A glowing presence appeared before me; was I awake or was I asleep?
I thought her first a stranger; she wasn't a stranger at all.
“What is your name?” I asked. She answered: “My name is Photon.”
I thought how weird a name to be called.
“Who are you and where are you from?”
…thinking how mysterious she was.
“I was discovered over a million years ago,
and abide by whomever gives me cause!”
“You have known me all your life.” she exclaimed.
“I am powerful, mighty, and transcendent.
If not tamed, I deliver widespread loss and destruction.”
“Only God is omnipotent and omnipresent!” I clamored.
“That is true; but I was created that way for a reason.
Mistreating me results in death; respect me, and you will rejoice.
I can be a good servant, or a cruel master.
It is you who must make the choice.”
“Are you some kind of a god? Seemingly irritated she replied:
“I am not! The power lies in your hands, not mine!
You decide to use me for good or for bad. I must respond to both.
I can be a friend or foe...bring darkness or cause a light to shine.”
As her illumination began to dissipate, I asked:
“Where do you go from here?” “All over! My work will never end.
My task is be a companion forever, to those who chose not to believe...
but the true, righteous, and faithful, they shall never see me again.”
“Just one more question,” I pleaded, 'before you go, tell me:
who are you really, and when will you again transpire?'
“I travel the world over and manifest wherever I am called.
My name is Photon; but I'm mostly known as fire!”
By Milton Lopez Delgado
May 16, 2016
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
To my Detective,
I may not be as good looking as Lt. Pierce
You may not heard of him yet but let me tell you he’s not going to die in Spears...
I may not be as perfect as your past
Which like Detective Espinosa, your relationship didn’t last....
I may not be as pure and holly as Amenidiel,
Made a lot of mistakes and learning from it all still...
I may not be there all the time like Mazikeen
But promised you I’m free whenever you need me and I’m all in...
I may not be as good listener as Doctor Linda Martin
But my ears are all yours whenever you need it, I’m willing to listen...
I may not be as open minded as Ella Lopez
But will trust you without second guess...
I may be facing some difficulties right now
Just like Lucy facing his other siblings but he managed to win over them somehow...
What I’m trying to say is that I wanna be there for you anytime that you needed me,
You can count on me like Detective can count on Lucy...
You’re my Detective Chloe Decker
And I want to be your Lucifer Morningstar forever...
Oh I almost forgot!!!
About Trixie!!!
Too early to talk about her, hopefully soon but we’ll see
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
by Barry Lopez
I'd heard so much good
about this place,
how the animals were cared for
in special exhibits. But
when I arrived I saw even
prairie dogs had gone crazy in
the viewing pits; Javelina had no mud to
squat in, to cool down; Otter was
exposed on every side, even in his den.
Wolf paced like a mustang,
tongue lolling and crazy-eyed,
unable to see anyone who looked like
he did–only Deer, dozing opposite in
a chainlink pen.
Signs explain
the animals are good because
they **** animals who like oats
or corn too much.
Skunk has sprayed himself out,
with people rapping on his glass
box. Badger's gone to sleep
under a red light and children ask
if he's dead in there (dreaming of dead
silence). And
Cougar stares like a clubbed fish
into one steel corner all morning, figuring.
Only Coyote doesn't seem to care, asleep under a
creosote bush, waiting it out.
Even the birds are walled up here,
held steady in chicken-wire cages for
the staring, for souvenir photos.
And this, on the bars for Eagle:
The bald eagle was
taken as a fledgling
from a nest in New
Mexico by an
Indian. He planned on
pulling feathers for cer-
emonial headdresses
every year. The
federal government seized
the bird and turned
it over to the
Desert Reserve
for safekeeping.
Bear walks in his own
*** smells concrete
and his own **** all day long.
He wipes his nose on the wall,
trying to **** it.
At night when management is gone,
only the night watch left,
the animals begin keening: now
voices of Wood Duck and
Turtle, of Kit Fox and everyone else,
Bear too, lift up like the bellowing
of stars and kick the walls.
14 miles away, in Tucson, are movie houses,
cold beers and roads out of town,
but they say animals know how to pass the time
well enough. And after a few beers
they'll be just like Indians–
get drunk, fall down and spoil it all.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Lonerisms handed off with the talent of Phil Simms
Getting cold sick sweats from a case of Pimm's
Trading off the solid snake state of mind
Reverting back to hoodlums Dre co-signed
System shock came before the rapture
Long before Elizabeth’s inevitable capture
Duplicity played off Blu
Talentless Roberts certainly due
Speckled grin the size of a banner
Reverting back to Belushi’s manor
Hey…“Here’s to you kid”
Said as Ingrid’s sold at the highest bid
Lopez licked off the Latino
George and Jen pillaged the casino
Liquid Snake drawn from the grass
Cowering, waiting for Big Boss to pass
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC