Llegaste Tu

El deseo entró en mi ser como un atardecer

¿Dónde está?

¿Dónde está?

Esa soledad que intentó matarme

Allí, allí, desapareció

Cuando llegaste, mi amor

Cuando viniste con esa sonrisa

Viniste y tocaste mi corazón, despertandolo, descongelandolo a cabo

Y yo no puedo evitarlo

Es una lucha que sigo perdiendo

Entonces has venido y con una sola mirada

Mi corazón está en un rugido hasta

Atrapado lejos como en un trance

Llegaste … por fin llegaste!

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

deseo2

Desire came into my being like a sunset

Where is it?

Where is it?

That loneliness that tried to kill me

There, there, it vanished

When you came, my love

When you came with that smile

You came and you touched my heart; awakening, thawing it out

And I can not help myself

It’s a fight that I keep losing

Then you came and  with one glance

My heart’s in an up roar

Caught away as in a trance

You came … you finally came you!

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

FOX and HOUND

Dear readers I normally don’t publish posts with profanity in them. Please excuse me as I don’t aim to offend anyone of you with this post. At times decent,clean words will fail us and the more appropriate word needed to express the intensity of the emotion will be a swear word. Whether you agree or not makes no difference. Thanks for your understanding

-Eva

FOX and HOUND

They met as children

When their universe was new

She held the stars

In her deep-set eyes

She knew nothing of meanness and lies

 

The fox and hound

These two grew and grew

A friendship formed

From 2 seeds planted in the ground

 

The years went on

Characters were set in place

While she played with dolls and lace

He’d take a thousand beatings in his face

 

They pledged a friendship’s love

He said he’d forever have her back

They pledged a friendship’s love

Promised he would never slack

 

And she trusted the fox

With her very life she did

Threw caution to the seven winds

Only to end up in a box

 

The one who pledged to have her back

Was  nowhere to be found

That night the predator came

He did not stop him

He did worse than doing nothing

He took his turn in his best friend‘s rape.

 

And my heart weeps with hers

And my heart aches with hers

For how can a mother have stopped this?

The rape of her own child

 

And justice will do nothing

Not a fucking thing will be done

For all the laws men write

Are all stacked up against her

 

The laws of this land are perverse

Everything is ass backward

Progress travels in reverse

For you see the laws say,” She asked for it.”

 

And justice will do nothing

Not a fucking thing will be done

For all the laws men write

Are designed to undermine her

 

You didn’t just rape my child

You stole from all of us

You violated our way of life

Run like hell before God takes yours

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

April is National Poetry Month: Day 29

And that was then…
When the past was dark and never to be seen again
All your dreams written in pen,
Because they wouldn’t listen.
This is now…
You have to survive a war to stand out
Do stunts that they won’t allow
You cannot have doubt
You won’t survive now..
Then
It was Death knocking at your door
Now
The sails of freedom come to shore
And then it was the sound of being condemned
Now we fight till the end
Because that was their time
But it is ours to shine
That was then..
and this,
This is now —

-Esther Star copyright 2013

 

April is National Poetry Month: Day 12

Salad Anniversary -A book about Haiku

Your left hand,

exploring my fingers one by one-

maybe this is love

 

Secretly I try on your jacket,

drinking in your smell,

and strike a pose like James Dean

 

Remembering your joke,

I giggle out loud

In the middles of a crowd

 

Ring after ring tell me you’re out-

I listen fondly,

Grateful for any clue

 

Admonished to stop writing of romance-

What’s poetry, then?

Just another way to get a man?

-Machi Tawara copyright 1989

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Who said this?”Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.”

Answer: F. Scott Fitzgerald

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WORD PICTURE #11

She saw him in her dream.
Emilio was there
Looking just like in times gone by.
The same boyish face-
That once made her heart trip;
looked at her in a desolate stare.
Her heart’s door- he closed recently.
His heart’s door – closed long ago when Sofia left.
She followed him just like old times.
He never stopped.
She pursued.
He deflected.
Sofia prayed.
Emilio ran.
She called.
He never answered.
Sofia hope against all hope for them both.
Emilio’s well of hope dried out long ago.
He only tried to survive his own hell.
She wept.
He had no tears.
She wept for them both.
She changed as did he.
Change is good,
It helped them both move on.

Now when she dreams of him she smiles-to have known him only for the blink of an eye was knowing him for a life time. No one could take that away from her-not even that old devil itself called time.

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012