Lunes de Mí / Monday Me

#escribo, #latinaescribefantasia, #latinawritesfantasy, #vidacotidianadeunaescritora, de la vida

English version below the Spanish one

✒Esto es un Lunes de Mí. Revelando un poco quien soy. Algunos los conoces, otros, pues… me los he guardado como tímida, introvertida, miedosa, impaciente. Con mis amigos no lo soy, pero sí con los que acabo de conocer o estoy conociendo. Así que tenme paciencia que voy poco a poquito contigo, pero de seguro tendremos una hermosa amistad. Advertencia, luego no te asustes 🤣.

¡Abrazos, queridos!


English version

This is Monday Me. Revealing a bit of who I am. In the photo says that I am a mother, daughter, fantasy lover, wife, creative, romantic, Spanglish speaker, friend, daughter of God. These are the ones you know about me. But the ones you don’t are scary, shy, introvert and impatient. With my friends I am not those last ones, but am with people am getting to know. So have patience with me I’m taking it slowly with you, but surely we’ll have a beautiful friendship. Warning, don’t get scared afterwards 🤣.

Hugs, beautiful people!

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Poesý 20/10 Ed. August 2014: Fantasy Poetry

Convocatorias/Events, eventos

It’s Poesý 20/10 season again!

Welcome back, friends, to Poesý’s August 2014 Edition. The theme for this year is Fantastic (or fantasy) Poetry and we have three great poets who took the challenge and wrote amazing poetry inspired by our Fantasy Theme. Poesý is welcoming back Michael Muller and Bernice Sosa, and new comer to our event Rich Villar. You will learn more about them during the event that starts tomorrow. On the first day, you’ll read their Fantasy poem and on the second, a free theme one.

An introduction to Fantastic Poetry is at hand, which has been part of our literature for the longest time. It is part of the genre of Speculative poetry, which “focusses on fantastic, science fictional and mythological themes. It is also known as science fiction poetry or fantastic poetry. It is distinguished from other poetic genres by being categorized by its subject matter, rather than by the poetry’s form. Suzette Haden Elgin defined the genre as about a reality that is in some way different from the existing reality (Wikipeida)”.

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Here are two examples of this genre, so you can get a sense of it.

J. R. R. Tolkien is one of my favorite authors, he also was a poet and you may find some of his Fantasy Poetry in his books. This one is so beautiful and has a serene flow to it:

Journey’s End

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.


– See more at: http://allpoetry.com/

This second one is from William Allingham and it has a Gothic style, still is considered fantastic.

The Witch-Bride

A fair witch crept to a young man’s side,
And he kiss’d her and took her for his bride.

But a Shape came in at the dead of night,
And fill’d the room with snowy light.

And he saw how in his arms there lay
A thing more frightful than mouth may say.

And he rose in haste, and follow’d the Shape
Till morning crown’d an eastern cape.

And he girded himself, and follow’d still,
When sunset sainted the western hill.

But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side,
Weary day! – the foul Witch-Bride.

See more at poemsofthefantastic.com

Hope you enjoy this season of Poesy 20/10 August 2014 Fantastic Poetry and don’t forget to share it with your friends and social media. Thanks for joining us! And remember from inspiration to the written word.

A. R. Román

¡Gracias! / Thank you!

Inpirador/Inspirational, mis letras, Poesía/Poetry

 

The English version is below every Spanish paragraph!

Ha sido un magnífico viaje entre los versos creados por amantes de letras que dejaron sus sentimientos marcados en negro y blanco. ¡Qué satisfacción el haberles leído y cómo me los disfrute!  Espero que, ustedes, tambien.

It has been a magnificent journey throught the verses of word lovers that have left their feelings marked in black and white. What a satisfaction to have read you and how much I enjoyed it! Hopefuly you did too.

Gracias extraordinarios poetas por hacernos suspirar, sonreír y no solo sentir orgullo de nuestras raíces, tambien soñar despiertos. Un fuerte aplauso en su honor les doy.

Thank you extraordinary poets for making us sight, smile and not only makes us proud of our heritage, but day dream also. A big applause in your honor I give you all.

Es así que llegamos al cierre de esta Segunda Edición de POESÝ 20/10, 2011.  A través del logo de POESÝ 20/10 podrás visitar y releer los poemas que más te gustaron y dejar comentarios. No me olvido de mencionar a los ganadores de los sorteos de la Celebración del Tercer Aniversario de Mink, y aquí están:

So it is that we’ve reached the end of the Second Edition 2011 of POESÝ 20/10. From POESÝ 20/10‘s logo you can have access to visit and read all of the poems that you liked best and leave your comments. Now lets mention the Winners of the prizes mentioned in the Third Anniversary Celebration of Mink. Here they are:

Ganadores / Winners

-Ganador del libro en Español de “Las mil y una noche

Victoria Cepeda

-Ganador del libro en Ingés de “One thousand and one nights

Michael Muller

-Ganador de la libreta

Bernice Sosa-Izquierdo

-Ganadores de la copia de la novela “El Valle de la Inspiración

Libby Juliá

Tamara Silva

Los ganadores serán contactados por email. The winner will be contacted by email.

Gracias por el apoyo a este evento y un fuerte abrazo para los poetas y ustedes lectores.

Thank you for supporting this event and a big hug to all the poets and you dear readers.

Marielis Román: “A mi madrina Yashira” y “Alejandro, mi pequeño hermano”

eventos, Inpirador/Inspirational, mis letras, Poesía/Poetry

Carmen Marielis Román Ramos, nací un 13 de febrero de 1995, en Bayamón, Puerto Rico. Hoy día tengo 16 años, soy la hija mayor del matrimonio entre Jesús M. Román y Juanita Ramos y actualmente curso en la Escuela Superior Pedro Albizus Campos. Me considero una persona sociable, amigable, liberal y muy segura de mi misma. Me apasiona conocer personas nuevas, pienso que es una bendición cuando llega alguien nuevo a tu vida. Me gusta decir mucho lo que pienso y creo que no existen obstáculos que detenga a una persona para lograr aquello que desea. Soy amante a la lectura, mi escritor favorito es Paulo Coelho, también soy amante a la escritura, la poesía y a los niños pequeños. Mi meta para un futuro no muy lejano es ser doctora en pediatría. Luego deseo tener un hogar estable, mi propia familia e hijos. No digo que deseo un matrimonio perfecto, porque eso no existe. Soy de las personas que pienso que la vida es como una obra de teatro y aunque cometamos un error, no debemos detenerla sino continuarla y tratar cada día de hacer lo mejor posible.


A mi madrina Yashira.

Segunda Mamá que me cuidas
Me aconsejas y mis triunfos festejas.
Alejas mis tormentas y las vuelves pasajeras.

Me abres tus brazos de par en par.
Me dices que contigo siempre puedo contar.
Y me muestras que jamás me dejarás de amar.

Así hoy te veo , te respeto y te amo.
Que regalo más hermoso Dios me ha brindado.

Que mucho le agradezco a la vida por en mi camino haberte cruzado.

Siempre me consientes.
Me ayudas y me comprendes.
Todo de mi tú entiendes.

Me haces ver ganadora aunque este vencida.
Me haces sonreir aunque este dolida.
Me llenas de paz cuando estoy confundida
Me animas cuando una batalla no he ganado.
Me abrazas cuando alguién me ha lastimado.
Me regañas y me dices cuando he fallado.
Gracias por todo lo que tu me haz enseñado.

Eres algo valioso en mi viday magistral.
Estas entre lo primordial.
Quizás no te puedo dar nada material.
Pero te entrego mis sinceros sentimientos.
De una manera muy especial.

Eres quién presiente cuando algo me sucede.
Es una gran bendición tenerte.
Quiero poder siempre agradecerte.
Y pedirle a Dios que te bendiga siempre.
Una segunda mamá no se consigue todos los días.

Eres la mejor de todas mis amigas.
Tu compañia en días tristes me saca risas y me das alegrías.
Siempre estaremos unidas.

Segunda Mamá , Mi Madrina.
Quién me da su amor , me protege y me guía.
De quién me siento orgullosa cada día.
Tú mi hermosa Madrina Yashira.

A Alejandro, mi pequeño hermano.

Alejandr , Alejandro.
Hoy aquí estamos.
Reunidos celebrando.
Tu primer cumpleaños.
Se anunció a todos tu llegada.
El posible día de tu nacimiento.
Todo era mágico como un cuento de hadas.
Todos muy ansiosos esperando el momento.

Una linda noche de un jueves.
Veintidós de octubre de dos mil nueve.
A las nueve y veintiocho llegó el gran regalo.
El ángel que tanto se había esperado.
Gritando anunciaba que había llegado.
Sus padres orgullosos estaban.
Porque llegó al mundo.
El hijo que tanto deseaban.

El tiempo va tan deprisa.
Que hoy cumples tu primer año de vida.
Quiero que Dios te bendiga.
También la virgen María.
Eres una gran estrella.
Que no para de brillar.
Pues un niño tan bonito.
Muy bien se debe de cuidar.

©Marielis Román “A mi madrina Yashira” y “Alejandro, mi pequeño hermano”. Todos los derechos reservados.


Tamara G. Saliva: “Before you judge” and “I was bare”

eventos, Inpirador/Inspirational, mis letras, Poesía/Poetry

Tamara G. Saliva has been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. She is a native New Yorker. She once read and won 2nd place at a poetry slam at The Nuyorican Poets Café in Manhattan, which was her first open mic/poetry slam, reading until she lived in South Florida. She was recently featured in a show Called Verses hosted By Helena D Lewis at The Nuyorican Poet’s Café, a dream come true for her.  She is presently aspiring to publish her first book of poetry, which at the present time is at 165 pages and is in the process of being edited. She is also attempting to memorize her poetry for performance purposes and has currently taken on the challenge of writing her memoir.

She is currently a Co-host for a Blogtalk radio Show called “What’s in your ink? Pillow poetry & Inspiration”, she is also co-administrator of the http://www.pillowpoets.ning.com site that is directly linked to the “What’s in your ink? Pillow poetry & Inspiration”.


Before you judge

Before you judge, the cover of the book that is me,
pick it up,
dust it off.
Read the pages as I reveal myself through them.
I want any of you who cast stones to put on my shoes, take the first step.
Can you get through, to get to, the second step?
Not many could survive the life I have lived.
My first steps lead into a downward spiral of unfortunate events.
I was the lil’ girl interrupted by early on-set womanhood.
Black sheep by the birth of right of the woman gave birth to me.
Talented by the passage of my fathers’ genes.
What of the third step?
In those shoes of mine, you wear?
Can you manage?
I don’t think you can handle the next set of damages
Deprived of my father,
pushed into the conformity of a stepfather,
left in the predatory misuse of my childhood;
combined by the mishandling of my six year old body.
Grape jelly mornings on my lips.
What could you know of the life I lived to create me?
Take the next step in those shoes,it’s not even quarter of a mile.
Your feet ache, don’t they?
Your shoulders weigh too.
I can tell, by the change in your posture.
Your walk slouches as you step.
Step into the following pages tread lightly, survival is key.
In all your judgment you fail to see, all the things that tried to break me!
See while I laid there she embraced me and he erased me.
As her hand interlocked his intrusion on my innocence
Her allowance deprives me of yet another parent.
Tangling me in the web of lies I learned and lies I told.
leaving strangers behind in the rooms and cars of where my dignity laid and fell to her knees.
To rise out of to many rooms where wombs filled with father figure seeds were flushed.
This next step bares a glimpse of happiness,
where blue demons lurked in a desolate place,
where the skeletons of my past may spill through me,
afraid that they’re evils, were my evils too.
So I let go, of the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to me, out of the fear of destroying all the goodness he possesses.
I deprived me, of a beautiful son, in order to secure his happiness sealing it with a life opposite of my own.

I was bare

I was bare fist bruised, belt buckle beat and open hand slapped.
I was wide mouth reprimanded, with broom stick hits that left self-esteem welts across the self-image reflected in mirrors.
Put down in corners kneeled on cans of Goya lined with Canilla.
I didn’t ask for this existence punished in persistence slowly removing my innocence as if being a child was a virulent disease and its vaccine filled with a dose of rape, batter, and verbal deceits from drunken tongues.
My shame, they’re personal defeats to have fallen from human to deviant.
They’re evil spilled on sheets, it wrapped me in secrets.
A spirit enslaved by the shackles of silence, imprisoned on the plantation of secrecy, working in the fields of darkness.
This heart barely beats.
I was cured of child hood disease, pubescent disorder, with a vaccine so strong it removed adolescent years. Its biological preparation improved my immunity to smiles and childlike behavior. Each dose slowly administered by a fill in father, brutally injected by mothers’ rejection.
This soul barely speaks.
They called it life, its side effects;
A false pretense on love, shyness, anger, self-destruction, promiscuity, teen pregnancy, abortions, gilet split skin behind closed doors, depression, rage, heavy shoulders, sad eyes, mistaken notions of father, silent cries, blurred visions of mother, alcohol induced vomiting, fear, suicide attempts, adulthood, a list of disorders, dissociative, attention-deficits, post-traumatic stress, reactive attachment, even some obsessive compulsions, to many phobias to mention, the fitting of survival with the gain of wisdom, strength, faith, sacrifice, patience, and resilience.

©Tamara G. Saliva “Before you judge” and “I was bare”. All rights reserved.


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Mink, en el Periódico Puertorriqueño Primera Hora

Artículos/Articles, Inpirador/Inspirational

Saludos amigos,

Deseaba compartir con ustedes excitantes noticias y es que Mink ha sido reseñado en el periódico Puertorriqueño Primera Hora. En la sección de Tecnología bajo la sección ‘Yo soy Blogger‘, para aquellos que pueden obtener el periódico.

Espero disfruten el artículo por José Hernández Falcón. Así que les dejo con el link al artículo:

Yo soy Blogger: Mink, de la inspiración a la palabra escrita.