Poesý 2014 presents Bernice Sosa’s for real this time

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Here’s a second from Bernice, a powerful poem. image

for real this time

like keyboards replacing pens
screens replace lined canvas
now decorated in vibrant hues of positive vibes, anticipations and barriers broken
no longer smeared by random thoughts, heartbreaks and unfulfilled dreams.
the new organized chaos.
scattered visions float like unpieced puzzles
reuniting magnetically
authentic God sent reverie.
the forces have aligned,
spirit has been revived, eagerly anticipating the next trail
she’ll tag with syllabic tongue prints
agonizingly contorting minds 
making them wish they were double-jointed.
no longer suffocated by the panic
she’s modified her manipulation of thought.
they can’t get you if it really don’t faze you,
impenetrable barricade
negated conquest not no matter how hard they try.
no longer necessary to look to the sky for approval and acceptance
as it now lives in her, on her, through her.
she has been humbled, once again,
by HIS welcoming arms opened as wide as the first time she sought HIM
17 years back.
she’s reminded that HIS gift is food for the soul to be digested and absorbed
not wasting on her as it has been for way too long.
finally returning to the connection of her soul’s roots
with Zen-like serenity
naturally high
she writes sans a puff, sans a swig
soul in spread eagle vulnerable beyond cognition
never felt so good,
so powerful,
so secure.

All rights reserved by Bernice Sosa

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Poesý 2014 presents Bernice Sosa’ Consejos Divinos

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Photo by Sandra Guzmán

Bernice Sosa is a Nuyorican writer, educator, linguist and mother of two. She has contributed work in the past to Poesý 2010 and Poesý 2012, Pa’lante Latino and Letras II (an online literary publication at NY Hunter College’s Center for Puerto Rican Studies), and the first virtual and live stream coverage of the National Puerto Rican Day Parade 2014 .  She has also had the opportunity to share her words at the legendary Nuyorican Poet’s Café, Capicu Poetry and Cultural Showcase in Brooklyn, NY and the First Annual New York Poetry Festival (NYPF). Sosa is currently on hiatus from online publishing and is working on her first book.

Here is her poem for our Fantasy Theme, enjoy.

Consejos Divino

¿Quienes son ustedes?
Por un buen rato, han perdido la fe.
Hija de Dios,
empezaron a creer que nunca nos iba a regresar.
He tenido que luchar más fuerte por ti.

Disculpe, es que mi vida…
Pero ya el no está, y tu lista para escuchar.
Te he dado por respetar, por más que te haya costado.
Miedo, vergüenza, secretos derretidos.
La libertad cura almas heridas.

Tu equipo celestial te guarda
Sigue recibiendo nuestros besitos de mariposa:
estampas de amor lloviendo
en huellas alumbradas
colocada en tu rostro
silenciosamente, mientras suenas.
Alma consiente, alma despierta.

…gracias a todos.
Ya no te encuentres arrodillada en el suelo
en posición de vientre, gritando ” ¿Por qué “,
tras ríos de llanto
buscando relleno para tu supuesta vacío.

Ya no te encaracole
muda, con agonía.
Ni paralizada, destrozada con alma esclavizada.
Ahora alas sabio, obedientemente, esperan nuestra instrucción,
lista para navegar.

Dale y remonta el vuelo y brilla sin miedo, Mechita.

All rights reserved by Bernice Sosa

Poesý 2014 presents Michael Muller’s In It For The Haul

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A second tasting of Michael Muller’s poetry which is a plea for hope. Enjoy!

In It For The Haul

Feeling tired and
exhausted after
working along day
having taught my
students.

It is not my students
that exhaust me
they actually inspire
my mind to come
alive.

What is most exhausting
is seeing and hearing
from the many who
think that all is
lost.

So many just let
life get the best of
them as if THEIR best
is in the long gone
past.

So many let issues
of long past events
dwell as if 
they still have
significance.

So many let issues
linger due to
their own
arrogance
so many lay guilt
of simple
circumstance
blind to seeing the real
truth of others innocence
while the true problem lies
in their own
ignorance
caused by self denial
of their own irrelevance!
Inspiration let me
fly
let the toxic past
die
so that my future dreams will
thrive
let only treasured lights
survive!

All rights reserved by Michael Muller

Poesý 2014 presents Michael Muller’s Destiny’s Flow Redeemed

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Michael Muller,  age 45, is a Venezuelan American poet from New York and band director at South Lewis Central School. I encourage you to visit his blog where you can find some of his works, http://www.migueltio.wordpress.com.  Also at http://www.facebook.com/michael.muller.5074644/notes.

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Here is his poem for our Fantasy Theme!

“Destiny’s Flow Redeemed”

Gentle rains falling
over the river Styx
at a time late at night
as the ferryman awaits.

The ferryman paid
with gold pesetas
waves open the gate
as the passenger awaits.

The passenger enters
the downtrodden ferry
beginning a dreary journey
as Hades awaits.

Hades desires another
soul to live eternally
across The River Styx
whose current never waits.

The current begins
to change direction away
from the underworld toward
the rock where destiny awaits.

Destiny moves forward
as the ferry flows
toward the rock
where seven pixies await.

Seven beautiful pixies
desire to possess the oncoming
passenger as their
combined energies await.

Seven energies strong
project a light that
stops the rain
as their hearts dearly await.

Seven hearts beating
as pixies now enter the ferry
escorting the passenger
to where passion awaits.

Passion ignites fusion
of love between pixies
and a passenger revived whose
underworld destiny no longer awaits.

Meanwhile the ferryman
returns to accepting
payments of those whom Hades again
so hopefully awaits.

All rights reserved by Michael Muller

Poesý 20/10 Ed. August 2014: Fantasy Poetry

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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