Tenacious Angel by Micaela Valdez

by Micaela Valdez

Tenacious Angel

You can call me
Native, Mestiza, Xicanahip-hop feminist.
You can call meheart-in-the-hood suburban refugee yet ghetto fabulous.
You can call me Macha Femme somewhere between raw gansta and kind apprentice.

You can call me artist slash writer slash freedom fighter.
You can call me maestra, consejera bruja, amante.
You can call me daughter of Oshun and Coyolxauhqui.
You can call me unbreakable, tenacious Angel.

2006 copyright Micaela ValdezMacha Femme Press
Tenacious Angel is an excerpt of Mica's"Amor y Salud" her second chapbook.It retails for $8 and is available for purchase at www.myspace.com/machafemme or
email: machanoticias-owner@yahoogroups.com.

Abuelita by Guia Quijano

Poem Abuelita by Guia Quijano



A poem about my great grandmother Lola - Guia Quijano

Lola/Marisol

Abuelita,abuelita
release me just a little
let me fly, to the sky
I'm shaking
no breath

Ay, abuelita
I ask for protection, si
release me just a little
let me feel the pain

You, your hermanas
taking my hands and feet
Dipping my eyes into honey
so I am sweet when "I see"

Abuelita, abuelita
hold my heart in your hands
hands to wipe tears
hands to open doors

Hands of the Virgen
My feet growing and crawling
through my brown earth
So I can see.

Abuelita, Abuelita
the wind carries you to me.
Dreams, are they truth?
Dreams, can they be?

With every step I take I am closer
to my light
With every step I take I am closer
to you.
With every step, I can see.
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Copyright 2007, Guia Quijano

Abuelita by Guia

Gabcast! ABLA Poetry #3

As Love Falls by Marta L. Sanchez

Gabcast! As Love Falls by Marta L. Sanchez



As Love Falls

What does love look like,
As it falls like rain drops?
Is it fat, thick warm like ocean?
Cleansing, refreshing...

Is it continuous like a circle?
Does it nurture growth, change and beauty?
Does love have teeth or thorns?

Are Change and Love siblings?
Do they argue constantly,
and learn to live with each other anyway?

Are Trust and The Moment their parents?
Can love be born without faith?
without presence?
If I'm not fully grounded
how is it I find love strongly rooted here anyway?

Copyright , Marta L. Sanchez 2007

My Fragile Heart by Maria Flores

My Fragile Heart
by Maria Flores

My fragile heart
So badly frayed
I offer you this day
It's been abused
Ripped to shreds
And callously betrayed
But you have made
This fragile heart
Desire to love again
And only you
Can give it hope
Or let it die a painful death
December 22, 2006 copyright@poetry.com

Poemas by Lynda Jiménez

Y qué es lo que revives?
son los ojos...? la mirada
es al margen de un instante
que se busca un encuentro,
empujando la oportunidad
se esconde a la realidad
debajo del quizás

al seducir la nostalgia
la imaginación se hace dueña
recitando el verbo poder
te atascaste en el pudiera
y fue entonces cuando la mentira
le hizo el amor a la verdad

en la costa del recuerdo
le cuentas a la marea
que una vez hubo luna
y convertidas en la misma persona
bailan la mentira y tu,
cuando nadie se entera,
cuando la vida es tuya
extrañas lo que era

tanto que quieres que sea
tanto escapar a lo que es


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Pareciera una pausa adrede
repitiéndose la misma escena
sin acabar de llegar el final
siempre allí, nunca desde lejos
lo mismo demasiado tiempo
la piel me cambia
los ojos se me secan
y todo es tan absurdamente parecido

ofusco a la paciencia cuando fastidio la calma
valiente intento de burlar la soledad
círculo de humo que me adormece
en el laberinto que voy adornando

cansancio y mucho peso
lastre de cínica desidia
se hace cada vez más espeso,
legado único de tu herencia
enterrándome en este viejo sabor
que disimula la ebriedad de un olor

para ti el día se hizo sin puertas
pero mi desgarbada concepción de vida
se encerró en esta insoluta cárcel
que sólo levanta párpados
sin llegar abrir los ojos


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Nadamos juntos
sin caudal escrito
a ramalazos
quemamos la vida
ahogándola en sueños

Inundamos el tiempo
sólo sintiendo
corrimos demasiado rápido
y ya no hubo camino

Arena vieja y sabia
conocía de sobra el final,
con calma nos esperó
hasta que vio consumirse
la última gota del quizás

copyright 2005, Lynda Jiménez

"Caballero" by Ericka Yanina

Caballero

majestad exigente
con cabellos de oro,
recorriste mis montanas y praderas
el campo abierto de mi abdomen
el largo camino de mis piernas
la ancha area de mi espalda

mi mas preciado territorio

enterraste tu bandera
como conquistador de nuevas tierras
dejando tu huella bien grabada

Adios, nunca te podre decir
creador, dueno de esta tierra
que despues de que cuidaste
tan bien de ellas
despues que las regastes con tu rio natural
y las bonaste con tu caricia fertilizante
Adios, nunca te podre decir

Copyright 2005 - Ericka Yanina

"Be" by Jezli Pacheco

Be

Breathe, and let the aria of life take over your body

Gently swaying to the rythm of sounds that sorround you

Breaking through the chorus of silence in a world of penitence

Jump into the fray and create order in your personal chaos

Regurgitating the amorphous shape of soulful darkness

With vigorous zeal speak your mind and help others understand it

Breathe!

Live!

Be more, than just be.

Copyright 2003 Jezli Pacheco

"What If" by Jezli Pacheco

What If

To speak is an event

To think is an event

To act is an event

To react is an event

If my poetic musings are rants

If what moves me makes you uneasy

If these experiences are quieted

If you can't listen as much as you talk

Then we are not a society

Then you should question yourselves

Then I have made you think

Then all is not completely lost

For thought is what drives us

For exchange is what unites us

For differences is what makes us

For sacrifice is what creates us

In the time we live

In the land we love

In the societies we change

In the constructions we re-enforce

Because in community we exist

Because with reasoning we dream

Because of emotions we react

Because in reality we forget

That our choices affect more than one

That sometimes some must lose the battle

That our imperfect world is beautifully different

That with vairety comes more living options

With people all around us speaking aloud

With voices rising to sing or shout

With equality obsolete term we do without

With color a definition for the arts

By that moment

By that world

By that life

By that freedom

We can be quiet

Or....We can....Choose to speak out.

copyright Jezli Pacheco 2003