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 Rich Villar’s Headstones

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A second taste on Rich Villar’s poetry: “Headstones” is an elegy for my sister and the boys and girls that my family and I found buried alongside her, too young, at a cemetery in New Jersey in 2007.

Headstones

East Ridgelawn Cemetery
Passaic, New Jersey, April 2007.

Pop is reading headstones.  

Catechism rises in him
from somewhere long buried.

The litany of saints inside his cheek:

José Medina.
Jorge Antonio González. Marisol Vélez.

He stops and reads
one black slab adorned
with the Dominican flag.

Angel Luis Gutierrez.  1987-2006.

He says it out loud: nineteen.  

Something says to mark this.

His exhale is five hundred years.  

We came to mark the anniversary
of my sister’s death. Lillies, a white planter.
A tulip bulb. Ten smooth stones in a circle.
Now we stand on freshly turned earth, reciting
the names of boys and girls who should be home,

home. Right now, tasting soup,eyes closing at the sudden sun,
or remembering last night’s kissed lips,
running and not running, making a mess.

Three grandchildren make noise in the cemetery.
We leave stones to mark our presence.
A groundskeeper waits to clear them away.

All rights reserved by Rich Villar

Poesý 2014 presents Rich Villar’ Conversations with Julia

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Rich Villar is the author of COMPREHENDING FOREVER (Willow Books, 2014). He has been quoted on Latino literature and culture by both The New York Times and the Daily News, and his poetry and essays have appeared in such journals as Black Renaissance Noire, Hanging Loose, and Union Station. His poem, “Conversations with Julia,” for our fantasy theme, is an imagined conversation between the poet and Julia de Burgos.
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Conversation with Julia

You colored the air green with the rain in my hair,
drew blue dancers beneath each puff of steam. 

¿y dices que no eres poeta?

Do you know poets who sell insurance policies? 

los poetas mueren joven con los vendedores. piensalo bien

Did it hurt when they cut your legs off? 

hacen años me cortáron las piernas. 
ten cuida’o que no te hagan igual.

Did you mean to reference bochinche
when you held the torch to your effigy? 

cuéntame otra vez de los flamboyanes
que tus ojos no han visto. 

Julia, you will not be dead until they elect
the Puerto Rican President of the United States. 

viviré cuando eligen
un presidente puertorriqueño de puerto rico.

How do you write a love poem? 

dime del colibrí volando al lado de tú papa
.

How do undress a woman? 

comprale su vestida verde

Is this the street you died on, Julia? 

yo nací en las bocas de tus hermanas,
en las tumbas de los dictadores
.

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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