Happy Friday and poem writing. Yesterday, we read Son de negros cuba and discussed the use of repetition and imagery. You had time to write your own version of a poem with repetition and surrealist imagery. Today, I want you to publish that poem in a comment.
First: re-read Lorca's poem: Son de negros cuba (this translation is a bit different, maybe more accurate)
Second: re-read your poem. Do you have repetition? Do you have a mix of literal and surrealist imagery? Have you removed abstractions (love, paradise, etc)? Be specific in your poem. Name that love or name paradise, name the bird, name the ocean. Yesterday, Angela read her poem aloud and she didn't simply write island plants, she wrote plumeria. Patrick C. didn't just write bird, he wrote finch.
Third: type your poem into a Word document, spell-check, and format your poem the way you want it o be seen, and read. Then, paste it into a comment. Be sure to leave your name for credit.
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One day I’ll meet my other half,
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to Alaska.
Mountains dipped in clouds of memories,
I’ll go to Alaska.
Listen to the silence that fills you with sounds,
I’ll go to Alaska.
I will breathe the warmth of the ice sinking in my skin,
I’ll go to Alaska.
As the artist paints his truths in the sky,
I’ll go to Alaska.
People wrapped in fur, hiding behind trees talking to the cold, “No more please!”
I’ll go to Alaska.
One day I’ll meet my other half underneath the black snow,
I will go to Alaska.
Nowhere here.
ReplyDeleteBy: Taylor Oliver
I’ll go to Tahiti,
pistachio’s melting in the sun’s arms.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
blades of crab stab my feet.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
Glass shatters on white linens.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
Swarming bodies shimmer.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
Dark fingers pierce the blue.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
Orange peel vision.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
A million eyes blinking above.
I’ll go to Tahiti,
Consciousness melts.
I’ll go to Sicily
ReplyDeleteMuddy feet walking along
I’ll go to Sicily
With aromas filling the air
I’ll go to Sicily
Salt spraying my face
Similarly with the journey there
One day I’ll go to Sicily
Bougainvillea vines snaking up buildings
I’ll go to Sicily
To feel the warmth
I’ll go to Sicily
The Baby Grand and the Stradivarius in peaceful harmony
I’ll go to Sicily
Wind swaying, flowers falling, family including
One day I’ll go home.
Poem: Tan cercas
ReplyDeleteEl mar durmiendo, mientras yo lo observo
Iré a La Paz
El sonido del viento y las palmeras bailando es una perfecta melodía
Iré a La Paz
La brisa y las frutas tropicales es el aroma de un nuevo lugar
Iré a La Paz
La gente catando y danzando es el amor que le tiene a este lugar
Iré a La paz
Peces nadando y besando tus pies dentro del mar
Iré a la Paz
Tan cerca y tan lejos la vez, con solo volar correr al asía el sur,
¡Llegare a La Paz!
I decided to change a couple words
ReplyDeleteI'm driving up north
Crystal clear and tinted blue
I'm driving up north
Freezing soft in an empty box
I'm driving up north
To see a part of me I forget
We're driving up north
Forgetting home as we lay in the pines
Up north
Prickly green bleeds onto brown
I'm driving
No screens my eyes can squeeze
We're living up north
Family cooking and unmade beds
We're driving
light headed captain black tickle
I'm driving up north
El cielo reflejando en el mar, pintando un abismo
ReplyDeleteIré a San Juan
Isla del caribe, volátil en fuego, animales en su túnica.
Iré a San Juan
Bella luna con ojos gigantes.
Iré a San Juan
Susurrando a los oídos de los niños.
Iré a San Juan
El mar bailando, la arena llamando
Iré a San Juan
Comida ardiente, la gente siente.
Iré a San Juan
Las nubes llenas de algodón.
Iré a San Juan
Mis hijos irán y los de ellos visitaran.
Iré a mi tierra Puerto Rico.
Popcorn ears and a shaking plane
ReplyDeleteI'm off to Hawaii
Pillow like clouds and drops of golden sun
I'm off to Hawaii
A warm salty breeze kissing my face
I'm off to Hawaii
Hundred dollar charge to check a board,
The price we pay to go to Hawaii
A false aloha and nothing but a haole
I'm off to Hawaii
Sinking like rocks the main lander learns to surf
I'm off to Hawaii
Warm water every day
I'm off to Hawaii
Angry line ups and the sharks taking my waves
I'm off to Hawaii
The forest grows thick, no other place I'd rather be
I'm going to Hawaii again
I’m going to school
ReplyDeleteBoring lectures and yelling teachers
I’m going to school
Coping your work now do my homework
I’m going to school
Looking outside dazing off in the sky
I’m going to school
Reflection off the water makes it seem like I am looking way high
I’m going to school
Looking at the seagulls wishing I could fly
I’m going to school
There goes a plane FedEx by its side
I’m going to school
Ruben there’s your scantron now don’t waste your time!!!
I’m finally at school…
Feel the cool temperature in the air.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to Washington
The atmosphere so refreshing, it's like being one with the nature
I'm going to Washington
Enjoy life, cool breeze pass me
I'm going to Washing
Trees stand large and strong just like the mighty giant.
I'm going to Washington
The Goldfinch are as pretty as gold.
I'm going to Washington
Carduelis tristis are as free as clouds
I'm going to Washington
A place where Ursus arctos horriblis live freely.
I'm going to Washington
Oh the wilderness of a glooming world.
I'm going to Washington
I'll swim, I'll run, I'll climb just to get to Washington.
I'm off to Washington
A light I’ve seen but never touched
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to the moon
On top a rocket ship and although tough
I’ll go to the moon
Like Swiss cheeses eyes in the sky
I’ll go to the moon
Swimming through space as my feet lift me high
I’ll go to the moon
I’ll be that black dot on a canvas of white
I’ll go to the moon
Floating from each star in sight
I’ll go to the moon
Through the sky into outer space
I’ll go to the moon
I only dreamed of this quiet place
Once day, I’ll go to the moon
Hawaii…..
ReplyDeleteby Ruth Vazquez
A piece of land filled with greens
Where colors and heleconia
The head of a bird in a flower are found
One day I’ll go to Hawaii
Skin kissed by the sun
On the way to Maui,
And waves crashing on the sea shore
One day I’ll go to Hawaii
In the festival I will dance
Watch the Hula and
Listen to the precious voice of the people
One day I’ll go to Hawaii
Hips moving back and forth
With a stomp and a clap
One day I’ll go to Hawaii
I will stay to watch an ahinahina bloom
Or maybe even two
One day I’ll go to Hawaii.
Monique savage
ReplyDeletei want to see breathtaking water that wavy endless among the ocean shores
I’ll go to the Bahamas
I want to see a sunset look like a mass of colors gone wild like a little child throw them together.
Ill go to the Bahamas
As I set under the palm tree drink my tropical fusion of red grapefruit, pineapple juice with a hint of coconut
Ill go to the Bahamas
Then walking on the beach feeling the wind blow through my hair like someone standing beside me blowing lightly
Ill go to the Bahamas
As the guys with the funny accents tells me all I need to know
I’ll go to the Bahamas
When I get there ill wiggle my toes into the sand
Once I get to the Bahamas
I’ll go to Venice.
ReplyDeleteArches measuring to the gods it worships.
I’ll go to Venice.
The telephone poles sticking out of the water, for boats to dock.
I’ll go to Venice.
Taxi boats zoom through the narrow passageways, under bridges and around other swift vessels.
I’ll go to Venice.
The mixture of tourists, armed with their fanny packs filled with excitement, and Italians enjoying the quatro formaggio cuisine.
I’ll go to Venice.
I look up and see the old lady on her balcony. Sitting in her lawn chair, she observes her city, as she has done all of her life.
I’ll go to Venice.
I see myself enjoying every second.
Bahamas
ReplyDeleteI’m going to the Bahamas
And see the sexy mamas,
I’m going to the Bahamas.
The crystal clear water,
I wouldn’t take my father,
I’m going to the Bahamas.
Soft, white sand beaches,
I might eat some peaches,
I’m going to the Bahamas.
The beautiful coral reefs,
I just cannot belief,
I’m going to the Bahamas
Acapulco
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to Acapulco
Where the ocean is as sapphire as the sky
I’ll go to Acapulco
Summer sizzling as boiling water
Off to Acapulco
Sea food so magically delightful
I’ll go to Acapulco
People taking pictures of the beautiful Roses
Off to Acapulco
The breeze fresh like ice
I’ll go to Acapulco
Dance cumbia with attractive young women
Ill go to Acapulco
I’ll go to the Big Island
ReplyDeleteWhere the forest is full and the people are warm.
I’ll go to the Big Island
The drum beats like a calling to the rhythm of grass skirts,
Where the water is magical
And the fire gods display their power to the people.
I’ll go to the Big Island
The newcomers overwhelm the doorways,
With their flower printed shirts and their anti-sun hats.
I’ll go to the Big Island
Where the rain and the sun dance together
And the smell of ancient nature is fresh.
I’ll go to the Big Island.
Where the white boarders are over populated
And the water is always welcoming.
I am going to the Big Island
I’ll go to the Yosemite woods
ReplyDeleteWhere crystal Streams flow freely and Full,
Shinny trout, grey green frogs
I’ll go to the Woods.
With family by my side
Or just my mind,
I’ll go to the woods.
A painting that can’t be painted
A sent that cant be replaced
I’ll go to the woods.
Drifting snow
Drilling rain
Or burning sun
I’ll go to the woods.
Vast greenery held by brown
Life at its best
I’ll go to the woods.
I’ll go to Boracay,
ReplyDeleteAn island paradise,
In the P.I.
I love the islands
It’s nice and hot,
Bad weather there is not.
It’s something like a hundred degrees.
Blue sky,
Birds flying high.
Take a dip in the sea.
I love he islands
Coconut trees,
An island breeze,
And all the white sand up under my feet
And just chill and relax
Drink some lemonade and ice tea
I love the islands
It’s the one place that everybody wants to go
Once you get here you’ll never want to leave
So just stay right here and be a local like me
I love the islands.
Parris Island
ReplyDeleteWith sweat running down my head
I’m going to Parris Island
Like a never ending forest no civilization
In sight yet mere inches away
I’m going to Parris Island
Oh, the yelling of the DI’s at your face,
Like dogs barking at its prey
I’m going to Parris Island
The meal of the day spat up from
The earth before served
I’m going to Parris Island
When the sound of the planes
Is the only sound of freedom
I’m going to Parris Island
Where the trees know no height
I’m going to Parris Island
Our flag flying high,
Our freedom still in hand
I’m going to Parris Island
My face first in the mud,
Blood tears falling down my cheek
I’m going to Parris Island
The rhythm of cadences in the air
Oh the motivation of our country
I’m going to Parris Island
Up in the airplane, catching
ReplyDeletea Taxi, walking there.
I’ll go to Michoacan.
White converse covered
in dirt, no white spot left.
Kids running around
with no shoes, shirts.
I’ll go to Michoacan.
Grandpa sitting in his
wooden chair, singing
to grandma.
As time passes by
the picture gets older.
I’ll go to Michoacan.
Excited but nervous
to see grandpa after years.
May he recognized me,
have I forgotten how he looks?
I’ll go to Michoacan.
Cows, and chickens everywhere,
They get treated as a family member,
then get eaten.
I’ll go to Michoacan.
It’s all a picture, drawn in my head.
One day, soon.
I’ll go to Michoacan.
I’ll go to Italy,
ReplyDeleteand walk between
the narrow streets.
I’ll go to Italy,
to eat a ton of
pasta and pizza.
Oh boy! My favorite.
I’ll go to Italy,
and listen to the
violin playing.
The tunes that make
me float.
I’ll go to Italy
Have a walk besides
the lake.
That’s blue like a
Sapphire-stone.
I’ll go to Italy.
I’ll go to Greece
ReplyDeleteBefore the sun sets on my time,
I'll go to Greece.
Sky blue water that sparkles from the sun,
I'll go to Greece.
Bask in the sun's dancing rays,
I'll go to Greece.
Walk along the way of others before me,
I’ll go to Greece
Listen to the unsettled voices of those before us,
I'll go to Greece.
Taking in the new culture,
I’ll go to Greece.
Dance along with others,
I’ll go to Greece.
Before the sun sets on me,
I’ll go to Greece
I’ll go to Italy
ReplyDeleteWhere in Venice there is music playing
And couples sit around the table
For a nice candle lit dinner
I’ll go to Italy
Where they tell you Ciao, come stai
And the friendly people in town
Wave hello as they pass by
I’ll go to Italy
Where the Rialto Bridge is so gorgeous
And the Arsenal makes you stop
And stare at the architectural work
I’ll go to Italy
Where one day I hope to live
And see the beautiful country grow
And see the town of Venice prosper
Angela Lanphear.
ReplyDeleteI'll go to Kauai
It sings tranquility
To see the beautiful aqua water
and smell the sacred Plumeria
To love the hot sun
On the soft white sand
I'll go to Kauai.
I feel the lava rock
run across it barefoot, trip
and breezes cool my sweat
I'll go to Kauai.
The turtles swim
Like floating army helmets
and are big like boulders
they'll save your life
I'll go back to Kauai.
The people dark like the red dirt
They resent the touring scavengers
The ice cream melts a rainbow
and paints a lake of smiles
I'll go to Kauai.
The air is full of ukulele dreams
and all around is green
Culture peels of the beauty
I'm off to Kauai.
Breathing of the freedom
Hear the joy of the beauty
fishes and trees
Wish to never leave
coconuts and bar-b-que
The best part is the baby blue sea
Never leave Kauai.
I'll go back to Kauai.
Arturo Valverde
ReplyDeletePer.2
MULEHE
The sweet smell of the ocean breeze, the great bright eye in the distant sea
I’ll go to Mulehe
The never ending blue land that no one can resist
I’ll go to Mulehe
The sound of loved ones singing in my ear
I want to get to Mulehe
It’s all worth it to get to Mulehe
When the day is done the bright eye is gone.
The fireflies in the distance light up in the dark black sky
Oh how beautiful it is to get to Mulehe.
When my family screams where here I wake up to see beautiful Mulehe.
And I see that even out dark when she shines as bright on her liquid skin.
Mulehe is still crystal clear.
I love Mulehe.
Alaska
ReplyDeleteI' am going to Alaska
With feat torn and blistered
Alaska, Alaska
I'm going Alaska
Staring up under the shadow of Mt. McKinley
I'm going to Alaska
Music silence, just the wind and the snow
Alaska, Alaska
Where the great grizzly patrols
I'm going to Alaska
A bright light in the sky
So alien to a city boy like I
I'm going to Alaska
Alaska, Alaska
The howl of a lone wolf so desperate for its pack
I'm going to Alaska
In a wood canoe i ride,
Down the Yukon
I'm going to Alaska
A pack on my back a walking stick in my hand
I'm going to Alaska
Hatchet, tent, dirty sleeping bag, more
Alaska, Alaska
I'm going to Alaska
Fire, so desperate
my hands are cold
I'm going to Alaska
Where the great pines stand tall
In the wind,
talks of snow
Alaska, Alaska
I' am going to Alaska
The lovely ladies and beautiful scenery
ReplyDeleteIll go to Paris
The wide lakes and rivers surrounded by rocks and tall flowers
Ill going to Paris
The warm smell of dinners and there wonderful creations
Ill go to Paris
Surrounded by nice people and tons of tourist
Ill go to Paris
The lovely colorful flowers that blossom in spring
Ill g to Paris
The foreign cars, open roads and the wonderful sites to see
Ill go to Paris
Fireworks that illuminates
ReplyDeletethe black sky late at night
I’ll go to Jalisco
Mexican bands playing
people singing and dancing
I’ll go to Jalisco
People eating with their families
while the mariachi plays their favorites song
I’ll go to Jalisco
Guys buying roses to their girl friends
I’ll go to Jalisco
Eggs shells filled with confetti inside
being cracked on your head
I’ll go to Jalisco
Tickets being sold for the “martillo” ride
I’ll go to Jalisco
One of the funnest night in Jalisco
I’ll go to Jalisco
Traveling hours on desolate roads of pavment,
ReplyDeleteuntil the sun goes dim,
the city shines its brightest,
when the moon illuminates the sky,
but the light that the moon emits, looks dull
in comparison,
to the extravagent city of lights,
at night,illumination caresses the stars,
at day, the sun,
paints an intense watercolor above,
that drips upon the people below it, outside,
the extravagent city of lights,
the potent aroma of tobbaco stains my clothes,
the taste of coffee beans,fills the air,
in the extravagent city of lights,
the green essence haunts every room,
the burning of incense,
water trickling on burgandy stones,
in the extravagent city of lights,
evaporating whine, sweet like cheese cake,
the tart taste of of lime,
the shine of black amethyst,
the vibrant blue of lapiz lazuli,
all these traits create the personality of,
the extravagent city of lights
Quand une étoile illumine ma maison, j’irai dans ma douce France
ReplyDeleteJ’irais à Paris.
Dans un sou marine jaune ou en bateau mouche.
J’irais à Paris.
Mes souvenirs me rattraperont
J’irais à Paris
Un pigeon me chantera un opéra
J’irais à Paris
Marche vers les champs de blé
J’irai à Paris
Picasso peindra sur les trottoirs
J’irai à Paris
Un SDF offrira un café à une belle demoiselle
J’irai à Paris
Le mot racisme n’existera plus
J’irai à Paris
Cerise et Pomme d’amour sera a chaque repas
J’irai à Paris
Un âne sera gare à la porte de l’Elise
J’irai à Paris
Walla Le Pen !
J’irai à Paris
Les boulevards aux couleurs des drapeaux
J’irai à Paris
Bananier aux Luxembourg
J’irai à Paris
Mon ami Mohamed sera président
J’irai à Paris
Un idéal pour le monde
The Mummy’s in Guanaguato
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful smell of happiness and freedom
Ill go back to Ganaguato
The fresh air that waves my hair back
Ill go back to Guanaguato
The warmed of the sun keeps me away from the cold
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Our beautiful brown people and the tasty food
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Burritos de Carne Asada, Tacos de Lengua, Churritos, and Drinks some day ill go back and never look back
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Children playing in the streets with no fear of harm
Ill go back to Guanaguato
The noise of children playing and the music that plays around brings joy and makes you want to dance
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Not many trees, less grass but with or with out nature Guanaguato is still a blast
Ill go back to Guanaguato
With many to see and lots to learn
Ill go back to Guanaguato
The interesting big museum full of mummies that are million years old
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Big, small, females and males, old, young and recently born
Ill go back to Guanaguato
Now there all gone and there’s nothing to see hopefully one day they’ll open
For I can go back to beautiful Guanaguato
For now here I sit, sill waiting to hear when will they open so I can go back to guanaguato.
MI CASA
ReplyDeleteby: Erick Navarro
Donde te reciben con un abrazo
ire a mi casa
donde vas y te sonrien
ire mi casa
donde la gratitud es constante y la felicidad interminable
ire a mi casa
los pinos verdes con sinsontes en el claro cielo azul
ire a mi casa
los abuelos cuentan historias de sus antepasados
ire a mi casa
los nietos riendo dandole vibracion al aire
ire a mi casa
a esa casa que cuenta historias a esa casa que me vio creser
a esa casa tan inspirante
esa casa es mi casa
I’ll go to Honolulu Hawaii
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to Honolulu, Hawaii that's the place I want to visit, see the trees like tall guards
with swords and shields. This is that my dream of visiting Honolulu Hawaii happens;
I’ll go to Honolulu Hawaii,
in the moonlight multi-colored parrots, peacocks and Red Vented Bul Bul,
Spotted Dove Japanese White Eye singing,
a delightful sound that rises you from your sleep to listen and enjoy,
I’ll go to Honolulu Hawaii,
in darkness stars are seen, because in darkness
you see what you will and of what might happen
and in darkness you dream, dream of past present
I’ll go to Honolulu Hawaii,
the actuality of what’s to happen in the on coming future is unnerving.
And when the fear of losing yourself in a dream washes
you away and the moon is all you see,
I’ll go to Honolulu Hawaii,
there is a clear net full of knots and cord like ropes for the small
bright yellow fish or the stars in the sea.
ANDRE ANDRE ANDRE ANDRE ANDRE ANDRE
ReplyDeleteFresh baked cookies
Cold glass of milk
Supper on the table
a kiss on the cheek
I'm at your mama's house
A foot rub
A rub a dub dub
I'm at your mama's house
A smile on my face
a smile on hers
I'm at your mama's house
My favorite show
The smell of cookie dough
dessert THEN dinner..
Only i'm a winner
At your mama's house
Orange Skies and Purple clouds,
ReplyDeleteI wanna go home
Winds whisper songs like birds,
i wanna go home
The trees are swirlly, my legs are stoned,
I wanna go home
ah Blud! I cant feel my face,
I wanna go home
My memories done,
I wanna go home
The homie is a monster,
I wanna go home
-Jesus Molina
Far East
ReplyDeleteBy: Cheryl Calhoun
When the plane lands you’ll know,
I’m in Japan.
With mountains of green,
I’m in Japan.
Among the shrines,
I’m in Japan.
Down into the city with no limits,
I’m in Japan.
Fish so fresh you can taste the Pacific Ocean,
I’m in Japan.
Kind people with respect,
I’m in Japan.
And when the darkness falls, you’ll know,
I’m in Japan.
Lanterns and neon lights set ablaze,
I’m in Japan.
To see the rain fall around you,
I’m in Japan.
Sweet pink cherry blossom trees,
I’m in Japan.
With deep sea serenades,
I’m in Japan.
Enlightening all of your senses,
I’m in Japan.
From Tokyo to Kyoto,
I’m in Japan.
La Playa
ReplyDeleteBy: Erick Flores
I pack my bag…
Walking to Mission Beach
Hearing the laughter in the air…
Walking to Mission Beach
Salty air filling your lungs…
Walking to Mission Beach
Birds singing in the distance…
Walking to Mission Beach
Strangers being cooked by the sun…
Walking to Mission Beach
People playing Volleyball…
Walking to Mission Beach
Kids chasing the water…
Walking to Mission Beach
Water chasing kids…
Walking to Mission Beach
Waves crashing against the shore…
Walking to Mission Beach
I collapse because I have reached…
Mission Beach
Ill find myself
ReplyDeletewhile walking the presideo or some place in between
or searching the scene
Ill take myself
to the farthest wild seas
I love my SAN DIEGO scene
while surfing the dreams of my false reality
Ill find myself
in a meadow full of flowers
Ill stay here four hours trying to convey my new powers
ill find myself
in a stronger place
were wisdom talks louder than downers
Ive found myself
Tracts of hills,
ReplyDeleteMisty smoke through the trees,
Brook sparkles in the crystal morn' light,
I'm off to the mountains.
Pastures blue,
Dogwood lily sweet,
A hare, and a finch,
To the Appalachian mountains,
Ginger breeze rolls in from far,
scents of pine, ash, oak, and fur,
they whistle through the leaves,
This way, to the mountains,
Northwest sun dries the eastern dew,
colors bloom for spring,
The Valley low hums it's tune:
Welcome, to the mountains home.
I’m on my way to Ireland
ReplyDeleteWhere the trees whisper
And the wind whistles
I’m going to Ireland
To get fresh air
And relax with the breeze
I’m going to Ireland
To step and dance
Just like the Irish dance
I’m going to Ireland
To start a new life
I’m going to Ireland
Where the grass is green
And you can over look a meadow
I’m going to Ireland.
I’ll go to Molokai
ReplyDeleteWhere the ocean is crystal clear
I’ll go to Molokai
Where the sun is jump roping along the ocean blue
I’m going to Molokai
As the Kilauea volcano paints red all over Molokai
I’m headed to Molokai
Where the sand swallows my feet and sinks in
I want to go to Molokai
While the warm wind hugs me tightly
I’d love to travel to Molokai
When at night, the stars and bright circle smile at me
I want to go to Molokai
I'll see tall buildings and city lights
ReplyDeleteI'm going to New York City
And women wearing hats the size of their houses
I'm going to New York City
I'll hear cabs honking one after the other
I'm going to New York City
I'll smell the stench of smog and hot dogs
I'm going to New York City
I'll feel the cold and damp weather hit my cheaks
I'm going to New York City
I'm finally where I am supposed to be
I'm in New York City
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
ReplyDeletewith a flat income tax
and bulletproof corporations
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
where there’s plenty of love
for Enrons and Wall Streets and stuffs
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
a place with no regulations holding us back
no government to bisect our profits
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
say bye-bye to minimum wages and health benefits
no more taxes to fund socialist welfare
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
with Carnegie, Morgan, and Rockefeller
barons in life as well as beyond
I’ll go to the free-market heaven
or I’ll burn in the free-world’s Hell.
THE GREEN OF BLACK
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to the Black Forest,
Nature’s skyscrapers, Tall, Straight, and Sturdy.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
With it’s strong, bright, light that the leaves scatter as it plummets to the ground.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
Alder, Blue, Razz, and Straw, sweet and tart I will find.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
Fur and Feathers instead of skin to greet me when I get there.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
Soil and green fill my lungs with their heavy scent.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
Green carpets stretch on in all directions, leaving room for only strong willed trees to stab through.
I’ll go to the Black Forest,
Sandpaper bark covering soft cores.
I’ll go to the Black Forest.
Im off to Whistler
ReplyDeletethe snow as icy as gucci manes chain
Im off to Whistler
the palace of white powder
Im off to Whistler
snow thick like clam chowder
Im off to Whistler
taking a ride to the clouds
Im off to Whistler
but no trees
Im off to Whistler
so cold you are always smoking
Im off to Whistler
where everyone says aye
Im off to Whistler
all white from June to May
Im off to Whistler
from atop you see the stars
Im off to Whistler
the closest you can get to mars
wsy up high on the way down
so much snow there is no frown
Im going back to Whistler cause i miss her
I’ll go to West Virginia
ReplyDeleteBy way of LAX
Sit at airports looking at baseball capped people passing by
Eating plastic peanuts in
Aisle 9 Row B
Pilot’s name is Jim and he mutters
By way of LAX to Houston International
people wear cowboy hats and
white collared shirts tucked into blue jeans.
By way of LAX to Philadelphia
Watching “Cast Away” on the back
Of someone else’s seat.
Get off with jetlag. It was a nice flight.
I’ll go to West Virginia,
By way of LAX.
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
ReplyDeleteWearing a California cowgirl hat
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Where Dolly Parton is the queen
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Sweet pignut hickory stand tall
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
A grey blanket covers its body
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Catawba’s brighten the dirt paths
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
The rain awakes at night
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
I pick the whitest Stallion
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Roaring from the Great black bear
Never have I been so scared
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Peaceful blessings fill the air
I’m going to the Smokey Mountains
Materialistic things don’t mean anything
Being in the Smokey Mountains
Drifting to the island
ReplyDeleteI can see the trees approaching
The waters getting shallow
Drifting to the island
There is no one on the island
Just towering palms and white sand
Drifting to the island
This raft is slowing gliding on the ocean
The suns hot above
Drifting to the island
The wind flows through the palm frauds
The waves crash on the beach
Drifting to the island
The air feels salty on my dry skin
Laying back on the sand
Chillin on my island
I’m going
ReplyDeleteAs soon as the sun goes down
I’m going to Mexico
On my way I see a black river
And a black beach,
I’m going to Mexico
Where the beach has big waves
Where you can drink at a young age
I am going to Mexico
Where the money is colorful
Where I can stand and easily get robed
Which that’s the reason am frightened
I’m going to Mexico
To jump in the rain
And play whit the mud
Feel the big raindrops in my back
I’m going to Mexico
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
ReplyDeleteThe music is echoed in cadence
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
The food is cold wet and greasy
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
It smells like hate in core
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
Everything dies wherever we go
That’s why I am going in the U.S.M.C.
Brothers on this island will be suffering with me
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
The weather we have faced will test our fate
I am going in the U.S.M.C.
This and more in the core
Acapulco, Mexico
ReplyDeleteBy D. Machado
Ill be seeing beaches, trees, and sand laying on my back...
I’m going to Acapulco
Ill be listening to Cuban salsa music & eating chips & salsa
I’m going to Acapulco
It will smell like paradise because of the ocean breeze and the ocean water
I’m going to Acapulco
There will be tropical palm trees lots of peeps and so much heat, so i will be heading to
Acapulco where everything is like a Dream!
point loma
ReplyDeletewere the sun always shines
point loma
were the girls are only dimes
point loma
a place u can always call home
point loma
you will never feel alone
point loma
where the waves crash on the cliffs
point loma
you will never forget
point loma
we only get the fire
point loma
this is were im going to retire
Where dirt roads and brick houses aren’t as bad as they seem
ReplyDeleteI am headed to my nanas
Where music of lost loves are the only melodies that play
I am going to my nanas
Where we eat beans for breakfast lunch and dinner
I am going to my nanas
Where pigs eat dinner with the family and lizards sleep with you
I think I’m at my nanas
A dry flood spreads through out the land and where crops just flourish like weeds and grass
I am going to my nanas
By car or by plain or by train
I have arrived at my nanas
With the blue inked water
ReplyDeleteIm going to the Hawaii
The dancing plam trees from the wind
Im going to the Hawaii
The cold white sand trpping my feet
Im going to the Hawaii
Energy of the sun making everything shine
Im going to the Hawaii
With the relaxation of solitued
Im going to the Hawaii
The waves crashing on the shore
Im going to Hawaii
The beautiful birds singing in happiness
Im going to Hawaii
Hawaii here I come
Point Loma
ReplyDeleteWhere the sun always shines
Point Loma
Where the girls are only dimes
Point Loma
A place u can always call home
Point Loma
You will never feel alone
Point Loma
Where the waves crash on the cliffs
Point Loma
You will never forget
Point Loma
We only get the fire
Point Loma
This is were im going to retire
I'll go to Hawaii
ReplyDeleteWhere the nights never end
I'll go to Hawaii
Where the waves are endless and welcome you
I'll go to Hawaii
Where the wind whispers in your ear
I'll go to Hawaii
Where the sand just massages your feet as you walk through it
I'll go to Hawaii
Where the sun just kisses your skin as you lay in the big bed of sand
I’ll go to Hawaii
To eat all the delicious food that talks to me while I pass by
I’ll go to Hawaii
Where the sunrise screams to get up
I'm going to the Zoo
ReplyDeleteWhere all my dreams come true
I'm going to the Zoo
With the lions and kangaroos
I'm going to the Zoo
Smiling sun and sky's bright blue
I'm going to the Zoo
With so much to see and do
I'm going to the Zoo
To spend my day with you.
I'll go to the ocean
ReplyDeleteWhere the breeze slaps your face
I’ll go to the ocean
And hear the waves cry
I'll go to the ocean
And eat juicy shrimp
I’ll go to the ocean
Where the seals lay and rest
To cruise on a boat
And chill and relax
I’ll be going to the ocean
To have fun and enjoy!
I’ll go to Hawaii
ReplyDeleteWaves will carry me in their arms
I’ll go to Hawaii
Where the Palm tress wave hellos
I’ll go to Hawaii
Wind will blow away my fedora
I’ll go to Hawaii
And lay in the sand on fire
I’ll go to Hawaii
Eat coconut’s flying from the sky
I’ll go to Hawaii
Waves will sing me a lullaby to fall asleep
New York city
ReplyDeletePeople running around as they were all late to something,
I’m in New York.
I can hear the music of people’s voices chanting away,
I’m in New York.
Where if I am quiet enough I can hear the city roar.
At night I can see the display of dancing lights,
Lighting the entire city,
I’m in New York.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
ReplyDeleteThe campus hidden amongst the tress, granting life to the very air it consumes.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
Where white dorm walls can’t imprison my creativity, can’t withhold all I have to express.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
To study in the forest and read on the beach, to dance in the rain.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
Tasting the premade food, missing the home-cooked meals, knowing each holiday is just a season away.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
Inhaling the fresh scent of pine and a myriad variety of other colorful plants.
I’m going to Santa Cruz
To run my fingers along the stair rails, ascending my trip up the ladder of education.
I’m going to Santa Cruz,
My last stop before the Marine Corps.
I’ll go to LA
ReplyDeleteI’ll go to the beach
Where we can chill & go in the water
I’ll go to the Restaurants down the street
That are calling my name
And have a good dinner with friends
I’ll go to the Clubs
That are calling my name.
Where we can be animals
And have some drinks and have a great time
I’ll go down the street at night
Where we can see everybody dressed up for the night.
LA is calling my name.
Going Forward
ReplyDeletePine fills my nose
fresh with a laxy smile.
Heading for the Hills.
Clouds touch the ground
while snow stays in the sky,
Heading toward those hills.
Mountains float before me
and sticks sleep while standing,
still heading for the hills.
The sun patts me on the head,
the wind teases.
While i head for them hills.