Dreams of Cuba

Making love

on white beach

drunk from

sugar cane rum

 

Dancing mambo

y rumba, fiel

a la causa of

Perfecting my salsa

 

Eyes only for

me, rebels escaped

feasting under

Caribbean sun

 

Ocean waves

wash away

worries, things

are certain

 

 

Savoring island

treats, keeping

the seeds. your

fruit I bear.

 

 

Time at our

feet, future

past, present

balanced and fair

 

 

Savior

Strength, where

did you go?

I needed your

embrace today

 

My invisible

cloak, protecting

my dignity

Saving grace

 

Don’t go away

hide in an

unknown

treasure chest

 

I lose my way

easily, you’re a

guide from land

to sea

 

Strength, I need

you more than you

need me, but please

stay

 

If not

darkness

covers. can’t float

in over my head

 

Iron weights

on my chest

Can’t breathe

Can’t move

 

Can’ts. don’ts

scream in my

mind

I lose

 

Paralyzed

drowning

in tears, living

all my fears

 

 

Insomnia binds

Its fingers pry open

my eyes, nightmares

take control

 

Strength, I need you

to keep me safe

and make the monsters

go away

 

 

Punch

He never loved

me and he

showed it all

the time

 

Left me hanging

high and dry.

Left my questions

unreplied

 

I cried maybe

half the time

in between sobs

asking why why why

 

It started to become

clear but sex was

good so it kept

me near

 

Rotation of women

Invited to his room

he couldn’t even keep

a count

 

I wrote sad poems

and cried

while I made

them rhyme

 

Always had eyes on

all other women

around persuing them

without care

 

So I’d go home

with a frown wonder

what was wrong

with me

 

Coffee not sweet?

Chicken not right?

Not good enough for

the night?

 

Until one day

I was sick of

only him enjoying

the ride

 

Truth be told

I came maybe 1 out

of 10 times, by my

hand to satisfy

 

He never loved

me but I do

did and

always will

 

So with men like

that, I’ve learned to

close the door. Ladies

just say no to manwhores.

Magic Pill

cure to forget

shower of kisses

as we laid in

bed

 

Erase the laughter

from stories told

without

end

 

Visions of smiles

vanished away

allow me to

accept the truth

 

you’re an ill fitting

shoe, puzzle

piece that doesn’t

fit

 

 

Terrified to commit

but I love you

still

 

 

 

 

 

 

Repeat

Guitar shed

my tears

there’s none

left here

 

Ferris wheel 

love not 

enough, goes 

down 

 

 

Fool for you

Writing a poem

about the blues

questioning truth

 

What do I feel?

Rainbow of emotions

grenades at

each end

 

Trying to follow

a bread crumb

trail back

to clarity

 

 

Hoping to find

my sanity.

erase you

from memory

 

Days

Nobody am

I

yesterday

or any day

 

 

Frail like

red crepe

paper

slug low

 

Blues felt

in every

hue, flip

flop mood

 

 

Split divide 

Myself and I 

Sanity

in play

 

Green

bounce ball

off canary wall

follow me

 

 

Endless turns

Daisy, loves

me, loves

me not

 

 

Slip n slide

Rollercoaster

life, ride baby

ride.

 

 

 

Rupture

Sad stories

she writes

repeats

 

Tragic histories

reek

they repeat

 

People do

wrong then

sweep

 

 

Dysfunction dust

leaves a

strong musk

 

 

Stories weave

she writes

repeats

 

 

Emerging bruises

children run to

local park

 

 

Scared blinded

by the

dark

 

Sad stories

she heard

Mother told

 

Broken arm

pigeon lost

in streets

 

 

Touched in

places not

seen or heard

 

 

Speaking now

she doesn’t

just write

 

Breaking the habit

of keeping

stories sealed tight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teach Travel Poetry

Destiny awaits

Among the seas

Spirit soars

City to dreams

 

Feeling in the

spine

proves its

understood

 

Chasing what’s

mine, life outside

The

Lines

 

Conexión to mi

Cultura, buscar mis

Raíces. Niños encontrar

la belleza de su ser.

 

Juntos descubrir la dulzura

De vivir

 

___________________

 

Cultural connection, seek

my roots. Children discover

the beauty that is themselves

 

Together exploring the joy of life

Buddha

Walking my path

practicing the

Arahant Ways

************

Collecting jewels

along the road

to take refuge

***********

Five lotuses well

Groomed and

Freshly bloomed.

*************

Sitting under the

Bodhi tree is

where he found me

************

for my 5 lotuses

these truths

he revealed

*******

Don’t show worry

Only concern,

*****

The page is the

Poet’s stage,

**********

Write every

day, make

It your

obsession.

 

 

 

********

Art does

not belong to

you, it’s the world’s

To revel in.