"mendoza" poems
Ako ay isang pulis,
Natangal sa Serbisyo dahil sa paniniwala kong mali ang naging paghusga sa aking pagkatao,
Naglingkod sa bayan ngunit nauwi ang aking paghihirap sa hindi tamang pagpataw ng parusa,
Sa aking serbisyo, Sa aking pagkatao, at sa pangalan ko.
Kayat nagawa ko ang desisyong ito,
Wag niyo akong sisihin dahil tao lamang ako,
Nasasaktan at humihingi ng katarungan sa sistemang di makatarungan ang dahilan,
Sino ba naman ang matutuwang mapagbintangan,
sa mga krimeng pinaniniwalaan kong di naman ako ang may kagagawan?
Mga turista ang aking ginawang pananga,
Dahil di naririnig ng binging sistema ang mensahe ng sarili nilang mamamayan,
Kayat sila ang napili ko upang maintindi ako at magawan ng paraan,
Bitbit ko ang aking baril,
Hawak ko ang aking kutsilyo,
Ngunit wala akong balak na gamitin ito upang masimulan ang pagkakagulo,
Isa lang naman ang hiling ko,
ANG MAPANSIN AKO NG BULOK NA SISTEMANG PINANGALINGAN KO.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
We were all saddened to hear of the death this week of one of our hardest working citizens. Someone else. When Someone else died it created a huge void in our community that will be difficult to fill. Someone else was with us for many years. Someone else always did far more than a normal persons share of the work. Whenever there was a job to do, overtime to pull or a meeting to attend, one name was always on everyone's lips. "Let Someone else do it". Whenever there was a need everyone just assumed that Someone else would volunteer. It was common knowledge that Someone else was the hardest worker in our neighborhood. Someone else was a wonderful person who often appeared superhuman. In all honesty, everyone expected to much of someone else. So now that Someone else is gone. What will happen to our schools, our children, our churches, our community? Someone else left us a marvelous example for us to follow. But now who is going to do the work Someone else did? Will it be you. Or will it be Someone else. R. Mendoza
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Quiet are the fields
with ghosts
from pennants past
the aces
and cutters
set idly away
from the maple
spread fall
soft sounds
of Sunday
(chilling on the boneyard)
telling tales of
validated stars
and wheel house legends
the rally cap sluggers
with mahogany eyes
Mustard colors
in floating mists
give a hallowed glow
to sublime skies
scattered walkers
trip to the hole
their spit buckets
and spigots
pressed loosely into
pure life form
bikers and loners
and curious coffee goers
mill about the horn
whispering numbers
from an old
Keelman heaving
Alley lookers
and Mendoza lines
screachers, bleachers
from years gone by
dancing fingers
and cracks at the bat
moonshots
(from the big time Timmy Jim)
the 9th inning gunner
with sinker
and slider
and imposing
brush back ballz
the game day citizen
and dugout warrior
who lit it all up
in Rockwell fame
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Dear Sister's,
I remember when you arrived on that very first day. You looked really sad and had nothing to say. The pain in your eyes told your story all to well. But I knew in my heart you still had a story to tell. When I looked at your face I could your pain. Because what you held inside could drive a sane man insane. You have seen and did a lot of things. Some of them bad. Some of what you did would make a happy person sad. But let me tell you this sister's. Do not despair. Now that your changing your life you are going somewhere. You have told your story and freed your soul. So put the bad things behind you because now they are old. Now you have pep in your step and your swagger is back. And in a matter of time there will be nothing you'll lack. You are beautiful human beings and you deserve the best. And so far lady's you have past the test. So keep pushin' my sister's. Don't stop tryin'. You already shed your tears. So now you can stop cryin'. By the grace of God you have gone through the fire. If someone tells you different they're a bold face liar. So from the bottom of my heart I know you'll recover. Sincerely yours. Your recovery brother. c. R. Mendoza
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
whats your name my dear the sickly scented voice asks my right ear
i dont know stop asking
you have a name sprinkled as snow so please my dear tell us so
P L E A S E stop asking
and who am i to stop asking this question that unnerves you yet?
its keslee
is that the truth? or a word you regret?
im mckay
and the last of your names that your father has stored
that comes last and it never lasts
yes but whats the name you use to move forward?
I DONT KNOW STOP ASKING!!
names oh sweet givent to the kin, yet all are disgraced in years of sin
stop asking im trying to listan
mendoza seems fitting for you my dear, wount you please say it im dying to hear?
no thats over now
then quintana, less vile it slides off the tounge a lovely mistress to whom you would run.
its at its end
are you afraid? hungered or shallow? what is the reason to live in such mallow?
stop it
stay up every night till the dusk turns to day screaming in lemons only to be not okay
stop it
burst your head against the wall till all the words stain the halls
stop it
whats your name?
stop it
WHATS YOUR NAME?
I WONT AWNSER
whats your name?
please
whats your name
just stop.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Although I met you long ago it seems like we just met. I remember it like it was yesterday. It's a day I'll never forget. But now your here back in my life and it seems just like a dream. But the one thing I always remembered about you were your eyes. They still have that gleam. So now it seems like time stood still so we could meet again. And now this feels just like the beginning of a love that will not end. So I often wonder about this feeling of love that I feel for you. And I often crave for that beautiful feeling of your love that feels so true. But there are days when reality hits and I realize that your not mine. And that maybe the love you had for me has suddenly run out of time. Because some days its not enough time it seems. For us to laugh and joke and share our dreams. And there's not enough time for us to be. Just a man and a woman. Just you. Just me. And there's not enough time for us to kiss. Or for me to tell you things like this. So if I could. I'd find a way to stop all the clocks on earth today. And then maybe even that won't do. Because I need an eternity for loving you. But if I could love you just for today I think may be then I would be ok. And then when you kiss me I'll know it's right. Because our rekindled love will last all night. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
How the hell can you go to rehab and leave there with a habit. You must have ate a bowl of trix because your one silly *** rabbit. You been in rehab for almost a year and you still gettin' high? You need to just go to the cemetery and lay your *** down and die. Just save your family and friends from anymore of your hurt. Go jump your *** into a grave. Someone else will throw on the dirt. We all know addiction can really be tough as hell. But you have only yourself to blame because only you can make you well. You are constantly playing with your life time and time again. And the one thing we all know about life. It does come to an end. The crazy thing about addiction is that other addicts know when your high. Because the one thing we all know about drugs. The effects do not lie. Stop letting the devil make you feel like you no longer have any worth. Don't give him the pleasure of being the one who helps you leave this earth. Whether or not you believe it. You are a child of God. And God gave us special powers. So we should make the devil's work hard. Your life is worth a whole lot more than any amount of gold. So give your family and friends the pleasure of watching you grow old. You can take the devil out of your life. You can make the devil leave. Just tell God you use to lack faith in him but that now you do believe. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Saying your name is like singing a melody.
Through grace and rhythmic harmonious symmetry.
Easing every moment in posthumous remedy.
Printed in the stars, your face and your name my lady.
Here I stand, beside your golden throne.
As if the moment will soon be gone.
No single lifetime is more than enough.
If you won't be here with me, in times so tough.
Each moment is like forever, so please leave me, never;
Momentous in your presence, is my heart;
Enchanted, still hoping, though we're worlds apart.
Night may come and dusk may arrive,
Dawn will appear after, and I'll be alive.
Only for one moment in such little time.
Zestful and beautiful may even rhyme.
And you my girl, my woman, my lady, would forever be mine.....
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I miss my baby, he told lies maybe
Left me thinking, got me drinking
Told him: You won't notice me for I differ a million miles from your eyes.
The first time I saw him in Mendoza, Between the bars
He's wise and tall, I couldn't resist him at all
Now he's the axis and I have totally lost control
He's in my viens.
God, I'm going insane
He's everything I've been looking for
And maybe a little bit more.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
How do you count all the blessings that are sent from God.
It becomes to difficult and it seems so hard. You can never count all of his pain when one of us dies. Or the amount of his tear drops every time he cries. You can never measure his smile when a child is born on earth. Or even come up with an amount of what his smile is worth. You can't measure the look on his face or see his scorn. And we can't measure his hurt when his heart is torn. We can't count how many times he has picked us up from the ground.
Or all of the hugs he gives us whenever we're down. There's no way of counting his love or his eternal grace. Or even how many beautiful stars he has put into space. There's no need to count his blessings or measure his love.
But it is really important to be grateful for the things that are sent from above. The bright green grass and the beautiful sunflowers. All the hot summer days and the cool sun showers. The subtle spring breeze and the cold winter snow. And the beautiful colored leaves when the Autumn winds blow. All the wonderful sounds when the little birds sing. And the twinkle in the sky that the night stars bring. These blessings are endless and they go on and on. These blessings have been with us since the day we were born. We can never count Gods blessings, but we should be grateful that their here. Because God gives us these blessings to show us that he cares. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
By daylight,
they sold
burgers & chips,
the atmosphere
a bit chill,
touristy.
But at night,
things heated up.
The dance floor rocked,
the tiny rooms rolled.
They sold something
tastier than
meat and potatoes.
Many a ******
lost their pesos
to such festivities.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
I walked through Harlem just the other day. The Harlem I knew as a child has totally gone away. I use to play hooky from school and I ran those streets at night But now you can't even find a decent street fight. We use have soul food joints all over the place. But now Harlem New York has a different face. Don't get me wrong. I think change is ok. But now there's other people livin' where I use to lay. 125th street just don't look the same. Now all the stores have a different name. There use to be A.J. Lester's and the Record shack. Now all the stores have names that are whack. Now I see an Old Navy store and a Chucky cheese. Can someone tell me where Harlem went please. What happened to the movie theater between 7th and 8th? Now it sits there just an empty old place. But the Apollo theater still looks good. It's always been the crown jewel of our neighborhood. But I remember when Harlem World was open night and day. Now even that spot is a **** Conway. Don't get me wrong. It does look nice and pretty. But Harlem use to be its very own city. You knew you were in Harlem when you walked down the street. Because Harlem use to have its own heart beat. But now we can't even afford the rents that they charge. Because everyone knows our pockets ain't that large. I'm afraid I'll go to sleep one night. And when I wake up Harlem will be all white. c. R. Mendoza
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
There once was this girl named Betsy who lived on my block. This ***** was so ugly she looked like a rock. She had two crooked *** ******* and a scar on her thigh. She had a big *** nose and only one eye. She use to mess around with this guy name Drew. And this ************ was ugly too. He wore thick *** glasses and had bad *** breath. He had a body odor that smelled like death. Late one night on November the third. Betsy was in her bathroom disposing of a **** When there was a knock at her door that only she knew. You guessed it right it was that ugly *** Drew. He had a bag of **** and a bunch of crack. All bundled up in a brown paper sack. When she saw what he had she dropped her draws quick. But when Drew smelled her ***** he got really sick. The room got really funky and flies fell to the floor. He tried to make a run for it,
but he couldn't get to the door. When both of their odors hit the air there was a chemical reaction. The coroner said that both of their noses looked like Michael Jackson's. When Betsy and Drew took that breath it was their very last. The moral of this story is you got to wash your *** R. Mendoza
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
I've left my heart in different places,
it's been slowly chipped away at.
In La Paz,
it was the chicha
& in Mendoza,
a Malbec at Azafran,
nice warm saki in Kyoto,
some anejo in Ensenada
& cheap beer in Seattle.
Now all I have left
is enough for shots
of fine whiskey...
I'm still ticking Darling,
cheers.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
Snow Dancers
Snow Dancers in the clean crisp air
Falls fancy free on every rooftop, and tree
In snow drifts and window panes
Beholding its purity while making snow mine
The innocence of a child like spirit
As the cares of this world flee away
Bringing laughter, peace, and joy
All over the world again
© Bernice Mendoza, 8 years ago
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Love's Enduring Song
I see the joy in your eyes
As you talk about the one you love
The panting of your heart
Beats with her every thought
nourishing her every way
If finding a love so true
That would draw out a passion so pure
As to create something so beautiful
if only mere words could express
Shadowing over a vessel so longing
of love’s enduring song
© Bernice Mendoza, 7 years ago
Love
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Childhood Memories
Summer ended with a blast
Getting ready for school is a task
Mommies shopping in a dash
Making impressive school ware her tasked
fall colors, hints of yellow, red, orange
Trickling down the path
New clothes with colors matched,
Pencils, papers, and notebooks all in the best
Smells of crayons and falling leaves
Scents of summers past
© Bernice Mendoza, 8 years ago
Fall
Written September 17th, 2006
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
We should meet God in the morning and go with him through the day And in the stillness of the night, before our sleep comes we should pray. We should pray that God will take over all the problems we couldn't solve. And that in the peacefulness of our sleep. Our problems will be resolved. We should pray that when we open our eyes to greet another day. We will find ourselves renewed in strength, because Gods grace has come our way. We should pray that whatever seemed impossible for us to solve alone. That once again we'll be assured by God that we are never on our own. Because if we try to stand alone. We are weak and we will fall. But God is always with us when we feel hopeless lost and small. So no day is unmeetable if we wake up with this thought. We should think to thank God for all the blessings that his loving care has brought. We can never be a failure. Even if we're hopeless unsaved sinners. Because God is the only one who can loser's into winners. So we should meet God in the morning and go with him through the day. And thank him for his guidance each morning when we pray. If we follow faithfully. This daily way to pray. We will never in our lifetime face another hopeless day. c. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
A snakepit, a lion’s den,
a second-hand shark cage.
The Big Apple, the Little Rascals,
everything after the Victorian Age.
These things scare me on sight,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
The Trix Rabbit with a gun,
The Dodgers winning a World Series.
Parallel parking with Mark Hamill,
Sesame Street conspiracy theories.
These things make me shake at night,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
The White Album, the Black Plague,
toenail clippers, salad bars and Disneyland.
The Richter scale, the Mendoza line,
Any and every last teenage boy band.
These things give me such a fright,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
Television reruns of H.R. Pufnstuf,
An opened jar of Miracle Whip.
The names of Frank Zappa’s kids,
vacationing on a Carnival cruise ship.
These things horrify me alright,
but still not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Thank you is not enough for all that you do.
Because you do so many things for us and you never think of you. No one can ever say thank you Mothers because thank you is not enough. And no man can ever do what you do because no man is that tough. Without you Mothers what would we do? We probably wouldn't survive. And if not for you dear Mothers we would not be alive. So on this day we bless you and thank you for your love. Because we know you were given to us by our thankful God above. God has blessed us with your presence and your eternal loving grace. And you always fill our hearts with joy when we see your endearing face. When we were young you held our hand and kept us safe from harm. And when things go bad we come to you because you always stay so calm. Throughout the years your wisdom has kept our lives on track. And we always knew we could depend on you because you never turn your back. So one day is not enough for you. You deserve a whole lot more. But for now our hearts say thank you. You are the one that we adore. So happy Mothers Day dear Mothers. May you have many more after this. And may we always be blessed with your beautiful smile and your wonderful Motherly kiss. R. Mendoza
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
You are not just only a Father. Your a provider and a king. And as your children we cherish all the blessings that you bring. You are always there for us to lean on and you work tireless to the very end. You are not just only a Father. You are also our closest friend. Your the one we can always count on to make us smile and make us feel glad. You are not just only a Father. You are a proud and gentle dad. We were blessed by God to have you as our dad when we were placed upon this earth. And we will always have your greatest gift. You helped to orchestrate our birth. Proud Father proud dad proud man is always written on your face. You are not just only a Father. You are a man who lives with grace. So today we ask God to bless you and to guide you with his hand. And to always keep you just as you are. A proud and gentle man. Proud Father proud dad proud man. May you walk gracefully throughout this life. And may God bless you with the strength you need to stay faithful to your wife. R. Mendoza
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Falling Stars
Looking up into the stars of heaven
shining brightly
Brings wishes for
another level of love
Loving me
Laughing with me
not at me
not about me
Compassionate soul
forgiving
forgetting of
wrongs long since passed
Love lost furlong
Empty emotions
Desire stub
starts a life
each star could light
a fire in my heart
And let its light shine deep within me
Gaining back the youthful lust
Laughter’s fuller
Believing in the unbelievable
Entering into a world only
dreams could bring about
Feeling the warmth from a fire long since burnt out
Never holding with deep emotions
Lost believing things could be different
As the stars fall
falling down
on meadows of ashes
© Bernice Mendoza, 8 years ago
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Although we are known as veterans we're still soldiers in our heart. And although the war still rages on, we still remain to do our part. We still remain to carry the burden and the tears of the soldiers who have died. And we still remain to see our wounded friends. That's their testament that they tried. And although we no longer fight on the ****** battle field of hell. We still remain behind for those who will listen to the stories that we tell. We tell of friendships that were forged like a precious diamond in time. And of the love we have for soldiers that no one can ever define. Our war rages on inside of us for an eternity with no peace. Because as long as our comrades die the war for us does not cease. We still remain to fight our silent battle and to shed our silent tear. But we still remain to show our comrades that we're still soldiers who still care. There is nothing that can silence our battle cry and nothing can ease our pain. Because we will always be soldiers. We are the veterans who still remain. c. R. Mendoza
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Sometimes I can't explain the way I feel in my heart. Because the words are sometimes hard to find and I don't know where to start. But none of that seemed to matter as the two of us spoke the other day. It was like I always knew you and I knew everything to say.
You have this natural essence about you that in most women is hard to find. Plus everything about you says you have a heart that's kind. During the time that we were talking I knew we would meet again.
Because it seemed like both of us wanted for that talk to never end. So as I sit here and write to you, The words just seem to flow.
And although we just met there's no need to take things slow. This feels like the start of something special. its been a wonderful way to begin. And my heart tells me that this feels right because I just met a new wonderful friend. True friends are often hard to find so when I met you it seemed surreal.
But the true essence of your spirit told me that you were real.
So I hope we'll let time determine whether or not we were meant to be. But whatever happens at the end of it all you will still be a friend
to me. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Dear Mommy come home. Daddy you to. I'm growing up now and I need both of you. I'm really doing good in school and I'm a good child. So please come back home and stay for awhile. Daddy I know you helped to bring me on this earth. But Mommy I know that your the one responsible for my birth. I know Mom and Dad, it's not something that I did. Whatever it is I forgive you. I'll always be your kid. I know I'm only a child but I can help you through this mess. All you have to do is hold me and let me lay upon your chest. Help me with my homework and one day you will see. That both of you Mom and Dad. Will be very proud of me. What ever it is your going through. I hope you find your way. I lay in my bed and pray each night that you'll be back one day. And when you come back it'll be alright. And then I'll be able to sleep at night. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC