Tag: Poetry

YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR)

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Dear readers, 2014 has begun with a BIG BANG for me! I was able to start my poetry group again. Due to unfortunate set backs, I had to put that labor of love aside for all of 2013. If you knew about my group back in 2012, we called ourselves The Henderson Poets. Now we have assumed a new name: YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR). We meet Tuesday nights at 7:30 pm at, https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet , the same venue that used to host us as the Henderson Poets. Our mission at YPR: To discover fresh, new voices who have not been heard before or who are struggling to be heard. YPR is open to ALL age groups!.  If you’re in our area, join  my lovely co-host, Elena Isabel Da’Silva and me, as we present  some amazingly talented local poets and musicians in Henderson,NV.ypr2

Eva Santiago, Copyright 2014

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Verve- a Rare Word for Talent

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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.

Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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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!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Things Can Never Be the Same

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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

Eva Santiago © 2014-2024

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Mas es Amar..To Love is More

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Mas es amar

To love is more

Is it better to hide love

To keep it to yourself

Instead of giving it all away?

But for what good is love

If you hide it

Who will benefit

From hidden love

Love makes you suffer

Love makes you bleed

Love makes you ache

If it doesn’t

Count on it: It’s all fake

Mas es amar

To love is more

More than a sunset

More than much-needed summer rain

More than a kiss

More than an embrace

Mas es amar

To love is more

Way more than we could ever comprehend

We label it

We try to define it

Trying to define love

Is like trying to nail jello to the wall

For you see, love is a vast universe

Infinite

Endless

Bottomless

Love songs fail at describing it

Yet they do help us feel it a little more

Music pulls love from the intangible

And makes it a little more tangible

No one language can convey its entire meaning

French

Italian

Spanish

Portuguese

The Romance tongues all help us understand it with all of our flowery words

But never forget

Mas es amar

To love is more when it costs you your all.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

 

The Kindnesses of the Cruel

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The worst thing in this existence is to not have been seen by the man who claimed to have loved me

You, loved me??

Seriously,do you know what love is?

Love is beyond a feeling

Love is a force

Love gives life

Love is beyond lust

Now do you get it?

True love reciprocates

True love intermingles

True love never hates

I deserve to know

Why you claimed to have loved me

When all I could ever feel was your hate

You bought me things

In attempts to satisfy my larger than life soul

You fool!

You never knew ME!!!

The worst thing in my existence is when you claimed your love for me when you haven’t a clue as to what love is

I asked you for one thing

It wasn’t material

You knew you wouldn’t give it

So you played me

‘Til the day I woke the hell up!

You’re a careless soul

Cruising through life

You drop people and shatter them into a billion bits

You trample them as on a trampoline

People for you are mere objects

The kindnesses of the cruel are oh so cruel

Your kind deeds are always from the dark side

Rendering them null and void in heaven’s bank account

And my whole world didn’t stop because you caused me to stumble

Stumble I did, and for you, I didn’t fall

For I knew who you were from day one

I’d seen you before in all the old, haunted places of my broken past

I chose you because all I knew was broken

And I figured you couldn’t break what was already shattered

I am strong…me you couldn’t scatter

So the worst thing in my existence is having chosen to live with the ghosts from my past;

All of which you so well embodied

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

 

 

TWISTED

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Life is amazing everyday! When you  have a holiday though, it heightens expectation levels. This year I am glad to say, I spent the most wonderful Thanksgiving Day with some of the best people . Being that everyone who came by to share in the turkey meal, is a writer we gathered together after the meal and we played writing games. New friendships were formed, old friendships were reinforced and all of us in my living room felt not so  alone for those few hours. I love being a writer and having the opportunity to open my home to others is a plus; having that many writers together in my home for such a special day, well this will go down as one of the most memorable Thanksgivings I have ever had! Today’s post comes from that great evening.

He would fuck with her mind, day in and day out. Over the years this wore on her much like a a slow nagging head ache at first, that eventually turns into a blinding migraine. She never knew where she stood with him and that’s how he’d control her;or at least he was under the impression that he was winning in his wicked, manipulative games. Every damn word she spoke, he’d twist. You know that silly childhood game,Twister? Well, he invented the mind twist. He was the master of it. Just when she thought  she was standing on the yellow dots, he’d flip the card board spinner and she’d be fooled once more.

At times she thought she was losing her mind and that’s how he liked it. Then one day after umpteen years of living  with the Twisted Mister, who tried to turn her into a Twisted Sister, she woke right up; and decided to flip the old card board spinner on him.. Oh shit! He was sorely pissed when he caught on. Oh hell, she’d broke his spell and now he was truly lost. She walked away one fresh spring morning with her head held high. Her smile, that radiant smile that Twisted Mister tried to permanently vanish  from her pretty face, was  back on for good. She didn’t have to paint it on anymore-people who saw her could tell she smiled and meant it now. The glimmer in her dark brown eyes had returned too.

She twisted him up all right. Now he stood there tied up in knots like an old, stale sour dough pretzel. He wore on his face a grim expression. He hated her more now than when they first met.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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