"luisa" poems
I want to make you say you’ll stay
But that’s just in our way
‘cuz the lights are burnin' dim in town
And the rain keeps coming down...
In hellfire and lead
Starvation for a pillow
How is your sleep?—send me a letter
Keep up the peace
Don’t buy diamonds from Caucasian creeps
And blank B of A
Just give it away
Hey, get your hands out of there!
We’ve got work to do
You can’t mess up my brain
But you’re driving meeeeeee to
Inspiration!
So good bye for now
Or whenever
With love
I said GOOD BYE FOR NOW
OR WHENEVER
WITH LOVE
With Love was written for Maria Luisa Garza; a great lover of music, poetry and poets, art and artists, Mother Earth, the cosmos and more. A staunch environmentalist and a skilled gardener she was when I knew her. We tangled up in love and then went our separate ways under the best of circumstances. This song was written around the time we parted ways. I will always love her for her free, hippy spirit, her fierce ********** and a great many life lessons.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
I sit here,
Fingers aching,
Smudged in ink,
From when I changed the ribbon,
My right knee decides,
At this very moment,
To make its regular bout of grinding pain known to me,
Yay.
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens and Luisa Gerstei are making my heart shatter,
From over 3,700 miles away.
These sirens are begging the listener to Sing them to sleep,
Because they've gone and lost the mindset,
To dream seamlessly.
Their club has swelled by one,
I say to myself as I light a smoke,
It's about to be a long night.
My knee starts complaining once more,
The old injury settling down after I massage the ailment.
Now the trickling of a xylophone is tapping out of the wires,
Gentally accompanied by a guitar and the girls,
They're warning the listener of their past transgressions,
It's gentle tone,
Lulling you into hearing,
Before your brain can register the lyrics,
However,
They're whisked away by the xylophone,
What was a steady trickle has swelled into a quick stream,
They're now telling the listener to use them up,
Because that's what they're expecting anyway.
Seems like a tale of escaping from something bad to me.
Is this why I write?
To escape?
Or is it to bring you into my world,
If only for a bit?
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
A story of a founder
Maria Luisa Rosales
My grandma felt cold
Even with 5 blankets
Shivering Unfolds
My mother was 21 years of age
My oldest sister was 3 months
To be conceived best believe
At the moment in the hospital
She was choking, painful inability
Drinking fluids was an impossibility
Everyone wondering what could this be?
With her dry lips,, my mother
Couldn't help but assist her anyway possible
She used a wet clothe to damp her lips
With water, soon it became harder
Unfortunately, she didnt make it
No one couldn't take it, wives faked it
Later on two days later,
My mother found two voo doo dolls
Underneath the ground of her own home
With my grandmas hair wrapped around
The dolls neck, evils wreck had consumed
My mothers brothers wife was a witch
A careless stupid ***** my uncle would tell
Stories of them lighting candles,
Performing dancing scandals, rituals
Taking part in a wicked ceremony
Lastly, my mother always told me
Never eat food from anyone or receive
Anything, for which it may come with evil
True story thee occult is always buried
And never spoken of, to disguise what's up above
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Piernas
eternas
que decís
de Luisa La Vallière
y de Thaís...
Piernas de rana,
de ondina
y de aldeana;
en su vocabulario
se fascina
la caravana.
Piernas
en las cuales
danza la Teología
funerales
y epifanía.
Piernas:
alborozo y lutos
y parodias de los Atributos.
Piernas
en que exordia
la Misericordia
en la derecha,
y se inicia
en la otra la Justicia.
Piernas
que llevan del muslo al talón
los recados del corazón.
Piernas
del reloj humano,
certeras como manecillas
dudosas como lo arcano,
sobresaltadas
con la coquetería de las hadas.
Piernas
para que circuyas
el espíritu, que se desarma
entre tus aleluyas;
si la violeta de Parma
tuviese piernas,
serían las tuyas.
Mística integral,
melómano alfiler sin fe de erratas,
que yendo de puntillas por el globo
las libélulas atas y desatas.
¡Te fuiste con mi rapto y con mi arrobo,
agitando las ánimas eternas
en los modismos de tus piernas!
477
Pass the bread, pass the peas, pass the butter, if you please
Pass the food that we don't like, chicken cacciatore, umm, what a delight
Pass the grapes, red wine is best, baked macaroni pasta put to the test
Pass the napkins for our mess, and pass the blessings for our guests
Pass the salt and the pepper, parmesan cheese shaker, now that's clever!
Pass the jokes, and the coffee, Luisa's strawberry shortcake tarts are sweet and salty
Pass the convo, pass the events, stories of grandparents in their teens
Pass the much- needed laugh, to Uncle Joey who's always mad, maybe later he can pass it back
Pass the good times, and the bad,
Although some memories are sad
Pass the plates, all the dishes, maybe Aunt Ginny will do the dishes
Pass the times we ate so late; Pops took us out for a pizza date
Pass the drama, pass the cries, pass by all the goodbyes
Pass the hugs and the kisses, past loved ones we truly miss
Pass the contacts, emails and numbers, pass the Twitter, snapchats and Tik Tok for the younger ones
Past the time for us to leave, passing more kisses in disbelief
Pass the coatrack near the door, dinner with family is never a chore
Never more, we know that time will pass again, for us to be together in a family way
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC