Verve- a Rare Word for Talent

What’s in Your cup these days?

Is it a monster that keeps you up at night

And speeds up your heart beat

Only to slow you down, making you feel as if you’ve lead feet?

Is it a red bull that causes you to panic

and makes you feel draggy

all the while you think you’re in Pamplona

with a hundred mad bulls raging after you?

What’s in MY cup these days?!?!

I am a no-nonsense kind of girl

I like neither hype  nor  whimsical fanfare

I do like things organic in nature

My food and my drink-

My kids must adore it, or else I won’t care

My food and my drink-

Must give me great nails and wonderful hair

So what’s in my cup these days?!?!?!

Well you asked, so I must tell you

2verve

Drink one and you’ll give up the monster

Drink two and the red bull goes away

Drink three or more

And you’ll experience vitality galore

So what are you waiting for?

Verve is not available in any store

So email this poet to  find out more!

 

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Verve-

1. great vitality, enthusiasm, and liveliness; sparkle
2. a rare word for talent
1.  vivaciousness or liveliness; animation.

2. enthusiasm or vigor, as in literary or artistic work; spirit.
3. Archaic. talent.

What is a Man Robbed of His Dreams?

People start dying long before they draw their last breath. Death sets in when you lose all hope. Death takes over when you see things from the view-point of the grave. Death comes on you like a thief at midnight to steal all your dreams from you. Because death alone knows that you gave up even before you were even conscious of it. The thief comes to steal and destroy; the thief sends death in first as a masked robber and then once he annihilates, you are done for.  What is a man robbed of his dreams?  What reason does a man have for existing if he has no dreams to propel him into a better future? Why would he want to keep drawing breath when he can’t even see his own tomorrow?

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TINSEL YEARS

TINSEL YEARS
He gave her tinsel everything
She lived all of her glitter years
With him there, in Tinsel Town
Tinsel hair
Tinsel clothes
Tinsel smiles
Tinsel hugs
Tinsel kisses
And she always knew
His bad was her good
And she always knew
She could not love- him
And so she said good-bye to it all:
Tinsel hair
Tinsel clothes
Tinsel smiles
Tinsel Hugs
Tinsel kisses
She was done
She was ready for something far beyond his tinsel and glitter years
“Hasta Luego. Me largo de aqui!”
She missed the mid-night train
For once her tears were real
As she wept a pond full
And they amalgamated with the pounding rain
“Good-bye,” She whispered into the mid-night air.”

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

So I stayed with you to appease the beast
I had no lab formula
To tame that Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
That you for so long tried to hide
Apparently my love was not the antidote
It’s now oh so clear that there’s no cure
For that sad pathetic beast that you are
You did great
Fooling me for all of those years
With all of your masks
Every time one mask fell
You’d run to put it back in
And I’d sweat it out a little
I was afraid to see the real person
Because let’s face it
You’ve always lived the life of Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
I’d sleep next to a monster
Never really resting
Always with one eye opened
Certainly my heart mind or body
Never felt truly protected
Oh how my heart knew
Oh how my mind chose to ignore
Because I knew what lay in store
I too was in major denial
I told myself my love was enough
Until You took it all and still asked me for more
“ Well At least I didn’t destroy you,” said the beast
“ And who would want you?” Was one of your best lies
But now I know
Though you tried to shame me for so long
I am not ashamed
For you see as your beast bullied me
I grew stronger
As your beast raped me of my dignity
I found my self-confidence and security
As your beast starved me
I fed myself from the tree of life
As your beast circled about me waiting for my dead carcass
Help from the Ravens came and they fed me in the desert
That desert you abandoned and held me captive in
As you refused to water me
I learned from the desert plants
To store up water for the long drought
As you demolished my heart with your battering ram
It broke
Only to propagate itself
And now it’s one hundred times the size of the heart you first broke
So I thank that beast
Really?
Am I insane
Hardly!
The beast inside you
Made me the best I have ever been.
I bid thee well beast
I hope you get better
Just remember this:
You can’t touch a true heart
You can’t have what was not given you
What you took by force
You can not keep a free spirit in a cage
You can’t destroy what is full of life
I am that rose that grew in the concrete
Yeah that’s right, that stony heart of yours
Gave birth to this fragrant, amazing rose
I chose to live
You choose to die
So long beast!

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Things Can Never Be the Same

Things can never be the same
Oh no they can’t
Once a baby is born
It is never the same
The sun rises to kiss a new day
And that day is never the same
The sun sets to cloak the world in a comforting darkness
The moon rises to bring the night brilliance
And the sky is never the same
And the earth is never the same
A girl becomes a woman
And she is never the same
A boy becomes a man
And he is never the same
A student learns knowledge
And he is never the same
A puppy becomes a dog
And that creature is never the same
The sower casts a seed into the ground
And that seed is never the same
The seed sown germinates
And that young seedling is never the same
A rose bud blooms
And that flower is never the same
A child loses her innocence
And she is never the same
The girl falls in love for the first time
And her heart is never the same
The boy falls for her for the first time
And his heart is never the same
The girl becomes his wife
And she is never the same
The boy becomes her husband
And he is never the same
A woman becomes a mother
And she is never the same
The man becomes a father
And he is never the same
The couple has a child
And their lives are never the same
Love turns to hate
And that heart is never the same
Laughter turns to tears
And that soul is never the same
Abuse a heart
Abuse a soul
Abuse a spirit
Abuse a mind
Abuse a body
And that whole being is never the same

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