As Latino Heritage Month Ends...New Poem: La Gringa

New poem:

La Gringa

From the ruins of Copan to la Isla de Roatan,

La Mosquita and Olancho,

Tegucigalpa y San Pedro,

Choluteca, Cortez, La Ceiba,

La Misa at Juan Baptista,

Los Catrachos, Las Mayas, Los Garifunas,

La Gente, La Cocina,

Carne Asada, Tamales, Tortillas,

Baleadas , Horchata y Salva Vida’s, bien frias.

Artesanias y Lempiras.

Watching the news on Abriedo Breacha,

Maya TV and Sula Vision,

The Mayans, The Arawaks y los Africanos,

Civilizations pre Columbus,

But our raices still remain.

Whether in Tela or Garifuna Beach,

Dancing punta, the hips, their speech.

Beautiful places while only in my dreams,

While experiencing a taste at a dinner table in NYC.

Yet with pride, I wear the flag across my chest,

bold with 5 stars, pressed,

I am the blue and the white, the red is my blood

I may be an American,

But Honduras is not too far. It rest in the heart.

*not found in poems, prose and phases

Poem for Sukkot

Little Booths

Branches or bamboo or with 21th century wood,

Little huts, little booths,

We gather in this tabernacle to…

Remind us of a yearly jubilee,

Little tents, little tee pees,

Israel’s trials become a feast,

With a citron on the left with a lulav on the right,

They stayed in booths for 7 days and 7 nights,

Decorated with banners, posters, flags and lights.

Little house, little dome,

This booth is for sukkot,

Sukkah is the name of this miniature home.

New Poem: Cerulean, Serene and Clean

 Waves like finger tips,

Saline to the lips,



The undercurrents creep and sneak,

Grips, holds and then release.



Turquoise and tranquil,

Cerulean and serene,



Cool, crisp, clear and clean,

The crest is at its peak.



Soak my past, drown my errors,

Removing all these fetters.



Submerse my stress away forever.

Immerse to reverse, a new endeavor.

Second Book in Process

 

Samples of the Book Cover created by Jness http://www.facebook.com/jean.nerestant 

A poetry book about the one thing we have in common: LIFE

A father's Day Poem

Papi

From a child to adolescent then finally into a man,

Prepared with love and strength to become what was planned,

A road warrior, chef and cook,

Catching him watching soccer or with rods and hooks,

Strong arms and fists to carry me as a child,

Strong words and discipline to correct me when I was wild,

A big heart and beautiful soul, to help me supersede,

And even with all his flaws, he provided me all my needs.

A day in June, when sticky, hot and sunny,

I think of my Papi.

My Designs on T-shirts.

 My company Echad Entertainment is not just about Poetry, Publishing, Performance, but Apparel as well. 

This line is part of the K1Ink line. "Poems on T-Shirts" 

There is also an Echad line that focuses on Messianic Apparel.

http://www.cafepress.com/11Lopez 

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See all of my merchandise: Book, Music and Clothing

 

When God Made Me

""When God Made Me, He Broke "The Mold, I was Made With a Rib, Few Rubies and Gold.

 

                              Daughter of Zion    (also in baby blue)                

                                                                              

                                                                       Yisrael Lion

                                                                      Question #13

                                                                Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

                                                                 BTCH, I word I hate

My book on Amazon.com

 My Book is Finally on Amazon. Take a look. While you are there, scroll down and see my past music collaborations on the Album Dungeon Classics volume 1, under the name Eleven Lopez.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=karina+guardiola&rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Akarina+guardiola&ajr=0

A Mother's May ( New Poem)

A day in May, when the breeze calms away,

A heartache with advice and

Spoonfuls of affection and comfort,

Wrapped in embrace,The memories, the present,

The discipline and correction and plans for better days.

A woman, only human, without a handbook of instruction,

Who carried me for 9 months and did the best to her knowledge.

To the mothers, step-mothers and mothers to be, 

Foster mothers, mother in laws, and the mother figures we see. 

Today, we acknowledge you.

Poetry Reading Pic @ Nova Studios

Quote of the Day

When God made me HE broke the mold. I was made with a rib, a few rubies and gold.....



If people judge you based on how different you are, take that as a compliment. Be a leader and let the followers, follow. People can either compliment you on your originality or hate because they lack the courage to be unique. I'm here to please God not people. Especially the simple minded who follow trends, fads, foolishness and wickedness, period.

New Poem: Concrete Cycle

Concrete Cycle

When she was 3 she wore her mother’s heels,



At 4 she watch her momma cooks her meals,



At 5 she tried her momma’s blush,



At 6 always carried a brush,



At 7 She was an honor student



At 8 she was very neat and prudent



At 9 she dreamed about being a vet,



At 10 she stopped wearing barrettes,



At 11 her grades went from B’s to D’s



At 12 her first monthly visit came indeed



At 13, hanging with the wrong crowd playing hookie,



At 14, has a crush on a high school rookie,



At 15, all her friends were loose,



At 16, thoughts of college now were thoughts of parties and booze,



At 17, advice went from her left ear to the right



At 18, no room for consequences, repercussions or contrite,



At 19, instead of learning lessons she was making them,



It’s the cycle of another teen in their ignorance.





(New poem not found in Poems, prose and phases)

I am

I am women, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a step-mom, a cousin, a friend, a poet, a writer, an author, a teacher, a dreamer, a believer, a WOMBMAN.

Who are you? Feel free to comment below and share a little bit about yourself.

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TEAM and I

TEAM

There was once a TEAM so strong in accord,
until the letter I came along and made the team work backwards.
Little by little the team fell apart.
The letter I then threw the TEAM into the trash and like old MEAT.
The letter I stood alone.

Venting at Veracity

Venting at Veracity

Generation have gone mad,

Myspace teens now hold future interns

For porn mags, now what a drag.

A free show for alter egos

And employers now know,

Who is getting hired and who has to go (You’re fired).

Chivalry is so dead,

Subway carts full of women standing,

While the men sit and stare.

Senior citizen once respected, we need them for advice,

But the youth believes they have all the answers,

And they call themselves wise.

Life is so backwards,

It’s hard to reach to the top,

Friends and foes look the same,

Hard to know you is genuine and who is not,

People love to praise all those who come out of jail,

But hate on the ones who graduate and try to prevail,

The mentality of keeping it real

While living in the slums,

No wonder the government has ever reason to believe that we are dumb.

Poems, Prose and Phases, my book is here!

Poems, Prose and Phases is a decade of creative works from 2000- 2010.
From lyrics to poems to short stories. The encounters with the good, the bad, the ugly and everything in between. From innocence to ignorance to seeking something far more valuable than intelligence, salvation. From heartaches to the occult, to music, friendships, foeships and ultimately to God. A journey with a pen, a pad and all phases in life.

Flowerpots

A mother had three flowerpots,

She obsessed for them daily,

One day she watered them too much.

The Lilies stems was bent,

The Marigolds had drowned,

The Violets petals were crushed.

The mother ran and told her three daughters,

“Why are my plants are dying? I am always attending them.

Her daughters shook their heads and said together:

"Now do you understand how we feel?

Define, Divine

Like fine wine,

Refined,

We are the branches,

He is the vine,

From the beginning of time,

Of creation and design,

The way, the truth and the life combined,

He is Defined Divine.