tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20450192664720443062024-02-02T05:51:52.368-08:00Nieta de Lupe Organic Intellectual ConsciencesThis Blog is intended to kick ass at: http://www.napowrimo.net/ 30 poems for the month of April foolios... For all the Pochitas with attitudes... get a load of me...Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-14655363880597893652012-04-30T23:55:00.002-07:002012-05-01T00:01:42.679-07:00feeling opAngry about<br />
those<br />
detesting my spirit<br />
intervene<br />
<br />
things are not what you think<br />
<br />
liars philosophy<br />
it's the status quo<br />
frenzy in denial<br />
<br />
speaking of which<br />
depending on retreating<br />
victors in nothing<br />
<br />
smiling from inside<br />
but defeated on the outside<br />
<br />
defeated on the inside<br />
but smiling on the outside<br />
<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-45299555154227252612012-04-30T23:52:00.000-07:002012-05-01T00:00:15.667-07:00Point of viewhold me into a<br />
bad nightmare of<br />
deliberate outcrys<br />
leave me failed<br />
sink into time<br />
remain upon your real natural<br />
self.<br />
<br />
Men try to own me<br />
gatekeep -- keep the gate closed from opening<br />
<br />
Organized threat defeated world<br />
stay in your place<br />
I am ready to leave mine<br />
<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-51786166600545896192012-04-30T23:49:00.002-07:002012-05-01T00:02:24.105-07:00Diabetes bad<br />
people eating takis<br />
not looking out for each morsel<br />
<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-38760720956528193222012-04-30T23:48:00.001-07:002012-05-01T00:02:17.015-07:00controversial leaf<br />
embedded time history<br />
growing illnesses<br />
<br />
<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©<br />Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-84233428144734519122012-04-30T23:47:00.000-07:002012-05-01T00:02:02.911-07:00Uprise for nature<br />
smells like pickles sweat terror<br />
feelings menses weirdo<br />
<br />
<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©<br />Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-78646268796982339662012-04-28T22:30:00.000-07:002012-04-30T23:56:57.683-07:00Petrified patronized positionPetrified patronized position<br />
<br />
I feel paralyzed at times<br />
Then liberated in my suffering<br />
as long as it is mine<br />
<br />
stark hoax<br />
beavers<br />
princes<br />
<br />
really smiled<br />
the lies and truths<br />
half lies<br />
imagined lies<br />
while lying together<br />
<br />
Lying in yonder limitless<br />
corridors<br />
<br />
Harsh realizations<br />
the impact of surrealism<br />
<br />
magic chiseling and gnawing<br />
my true feelings for my true love<br />
<br />
dance worthy prince<br />
dance your intensity<br />
within me<br />
<br />
Our love is<br />
power<br />
<br />
Everything else<br />
a meaningless crop<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: lime;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-91847568151339469142012-04-26T16:04:00.003-07:002012-04-30T23:50:05.165-07:00Hi CluesWithin the Fountain<br />
Red Khakis subverse times end<br />
Reduce my minds weight<br />
<br />
<br />
I cannot seek you<br />
The iron is deficient<br />
thunder shakes lives up<br />
<br />
Made easy spring time<br />
dormant stacks caught mad within<br />
find my light dream sea<br />
<br />
Deborah Godinez Chicana practitioner<br />
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©<br />
<br />Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-53625008940260223112012-04-25T12:19:00.001-07:002012-04-25T12:20:23.138-07:00Applied Chicanismo Damas y Caballeros“<span class="quote">It’s a desolate hoax when a community finds itself
wounded by a constant influx of economic migration, separated families,
broken laws that take their reasoning and pore it on the lives of
children merely seeing how and when their existence can prevail toward
something more than a pile of hopeless dribble. But it’s a triumphant
reminder to see these courageous lives day by day forge a coherent
enough reality that can overcome the loss and terrible humiliation that
is felt by the grief that permeates over their survival. Death,
illness, violence, and overwhelming pain will one day be the strength
that can tear down this insidious and turbulent machine us Chicano/as
confront in our everyday realities! “Let your life be the friction to
counter the machine”————-Thoreau… that is definitely my life :)</span>”
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</tbody></table>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-64281674505220273612012-04-24T23:07:00.000-07:002012-04-24T23:07:01.686-07:00(Napowrimo) Orchids of Time traveling Blues<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1070719366">Is Madness Beauty</a><br />
<a href="http://debbistation.tumblr.com/post/21770625124/madness-good" target="_blank">and the normative monstrous?<span id="goog_1070719371"></span><span id="goog_1070719372"></span></a><br />
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<br />Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-53912479720666208532012-04-24T03:47:00.003-07:002012-04-25T12:56:54.167-07:00Sonnet V (napowrimo)I seen a yellow butterfly worn thin<br />
exhausted from life's vile grief made pain<br />
days ripen gorgeously, the lady's inn<br />
Transcend stories of scruples, frequent shame<br />
and then the ship travels, restarts, slams<br />
Eyes open Ignorance-tossed thru the light<br />
Everyone is at a stampede forced might<br />
hard kicks to overcompensation land<br />
colonized; over compensation land<br />
The people distorted hit with a kick<br />
blind OBLIVION, pained-- proof of seeing<br />
deterred time passes, unpacks, and constructs,<br />
My gong, limited ego, and trying <br />
People seem to seep in aimless dying <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-54137849368686408902012-04-24T03:19:00.003-07:002012-04-25T12:26:07.659-07:00The Orchids of Time Traveling Moons IIAnd a crazy person<br />
And who cares, anyway?<br />
I don't need you to define normal for me!<br />
<br />
No, thank-you, colonizer-globalizer society<br />
<br />
You still pit one against the other<br />
--Well, let me tell you something!<br />
<br />
I know, I cannot ever join your club<br />
"I'll just make money off they asses"<br />
<br />
That is all they want to do with my people anyway!<br />
<br />
"My people, are you with me? Where you at?"<br />
<br />
The reconquest isn't me<br />
Isn't me invading you, mi amigo!<br />
<br />
Remember, the chicano men aren't with me either! <br />
<br />
It is realizing that every breath of my grandma's existence was the breath<br />
of<br />
an<br />
Elite<br />
Womyn!<br />
In the most least likely way, GRRL friend, she created a place for us...<br />
<br />
<Ahem> Every bit of her reality, empowering<br />
Empowering herself...<br />
<br />
through existence<br />
<br />
words<br />
on<br />
spontaneous, hasty,<br />
husky, edgy, hit or miss miles of ropey<br />
green fragile tiny little discreet veins<br />
<br />
And my matriarchal family of patriarchs<br />
can just applaud<br />
(if any of my family members ever reads this... )<br />
<br />
A<br />
womyn<br />
takes on Patriarchy<br />
forget about the<br />
speculation on the men in her life<br />
<br />
No one has the right to condemn..<br />
the one womyn who gave dem sumthin<br />
<br />
they do either way...<br />
<br />
what an empty multi-faceted overlooked dimension, dementia of<br />
The nation has given the oportunity of keeping the "hunger"<br />
AWAY!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-53444940994555581232012-04-24T03:02:00.000-07:002012-04-24T03:02:05.308-07:00Sonnet IV (napowrimo)In mercury twilight, I write severe<br />
admonishments treated as selfish<br />
whims, upon my desirous, breaks of fish<br />
Whom I neglect without any a dear<br />
to repair his sights--only game in rear<br />
of the front view that is served on a dish<br />
delightful, delirious strain, selfish<br />
foreboding, wretched role that appears<br />
to be my heartened warm, rigidly torn<br />
The diluted mental-state hoods that moan<br />
squander typical days caught by the thorn<br />
of bliss, everlasting forms--timid groan<br />
Violence destructs, creates fine figures--born<br />
And reassembled passions, they go roam<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-5191967945533042092012-04-20T01:54:00.001-07:002012-04-20T01:54:42.178-07:00Artichoke Art AlcoveArtichoke art alcove<br />
cast<br />
cast casas<br />
cast as a me,<br />
<br />
cast me as a villain if you will...<br />
But don't tare out my heart please!!!<br />
Please I plead!<br />
<br />
college controversial<br />
blizzards tittering<br />
through the Macabre mind?<br />
<br />
Go figure, figurehead.<br />
<br />
Beautiful womyn!<br />
<br />
Cats tumble all around<br />
me on my tumblr.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-8603486655431481852012-04-20T01:42:00.001-07:002012-04-22T13:48:54.617-07:00The Pangs that follow me YonderUpside down<br />
shows piggy<br />
banks that have been<br />
robbed gone wild-<br />
-irreversible damage...<br />
defeated, divided family<br />
--families<br />
Skunks determine my progress<br />
Like the determination of skunks'<br />
spray.<br />
<br />
And cats (plural) protect the outer limits of Humanity.<br />
<br />
Looks are clear,<br />
Persevere, my lovely-lovely dear.<br />
<br />
This depends on my severe<br />
disorder called a passion to avoid<br />
your normal, dictator, colonizer, globalizer world<br />
that takes me for a walk,<br />
<br />
But never out to Lunch...<br />
AWE...<br />
My lunches with Tone ba BONE ya!<br />
<br />
Clever.<br />
<br />
Rectangles, triangles and stars... IDK?<br />
<br />
I don't subscribe<br />
only prescribe!<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-26975587678778209072012-04-17T14:52:00.000-07:002012-04-22T13:10:15.045-07:00The Orchids of Time Traveling MoonsBut still staring at the stars still having a hard time waking up!<br />
<br />
Now I know I have to navigate. When I was four years old I bashed my brothers (plural) atari up with their own baseball bat.<br />
<br />
According to tone and meter, that moment has defined me. I had to fight for my rights then, so that they would let me PLAY!!!<br />
<br />
My life is a dramatic epic poem with various dimensions/ destinations...<br />
<br />
Pizza acts as a healer to the Superhuman...<br />
<br />
My grandma's strength and endurance is gone...<br />
<br />
I will never hear... here... I mean hear her say "<i>Mira la bebita bonita</i>" AGAIN...<br />
<br />
My boyfriend is crazy...<br />
<br />
I am a little crazy...<br />
You know, crazy is not a bad thing...<br />
"If you don't have enough madness, go rehabilitate yourself!"<br />
<br />
Elephants are treasures in my mom's home.<br />
<br />
My cats are my protectors<br />
<br />
I've come to learn<br />
<br />
despite that<br />
<br />
I am only realizing what I can...<br />
<br />
"be as smart as these societies (plural)<br />
present..."<br />
<br />
Technologically, that is...<br />
<br />
Technological advances?<br />
<br />
I don't believe in limits!<br />
<br />
That dude Jesus...<br />
<br />
I don't buy his story...<br />
Buy into...<br />
Buy into history ... his story<br />
pay into his story.<br />
<br />
Jesus' story keeps repeating itself,<br />
on purpose!<br />
<br />
Only to come creeping and crawling and followin me<br />
<br />
I don't trust cat poop, but I can trust myself.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-54170637112433856182012-04-12T19:14:00.000-07:002012-10-05T17:23:24.249-07:00Pain, Clarity, PeaceLife is like swimming against a violent current,<br />
until you get into the calm waters<br />
<br />
Meanwhile peace (the calm waters)<br />
are always there<br />
you just do not know they are<br />
<br />
Until something happens and you<br />
discover yourself...<br />
<br />
that peace has always been there<br />
this whole time<br />
all along.<br />
<br />
Life is a painful hoax.<br />
The joke is on you!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-44927831976934729012012-04-10T20:23:00.003-07:002012-04-10T21:37:17.322-07:00A Body is MissingA body is missing<br />
Easter just passed<br />
The rest of the<br />
Mythological creatures<br />
Like Jesus<br />
and the bunny,<br />
Easter's mascot<br />
Are absurdly tucked under<br />
the grief of death<br />
<br />
NOT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING,<br />
<br />
But a body is missing<br />
We--meaning--humanity (inclusive of myself)<br />
are born,<br />
we grow, into kids<br />
kidz that used to be babies<br />
that used to be fetuses, that were<br />
embryos<br />
<br />
Then we become adults,<br />
take ourselves too seriously,<br />
<br />
Then we become frail,<br />
until one day, it's hard to breathe<br />
or move<br />
<br />
We release waste when we feel like it<br />
As babies; we are getting used to our little<br />
organs<br />
<br />
We release waste without being<br />
able to control our bowels<br />
when we are old<br />
Our organs have been used up,<br />
worn out<br />
<br />
A body is missing<br />
it seems to be absent of animation<br />
because life ends<br />
<br />
Rebirth lays at the pinnacle of all possibilities<br />
<br />
A body is missing,<br />
gone, with the temporal<br />
length of animated force<br />
<br />
Goodbye, missing body.<br />
<br />
My body is still <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPmVhyHBRAM" target="_blank">animated</a>,<br />
lasting in this temporal realm<br />
<br />
I absorb the cycles we--humanity--move through<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><a href="http://debbistation.tumblr.com/post/20888582423/napowrimo-day-10-the-theme-death-business-as" target="_blank">audio</a></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez ©</span> </span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-19760402564550032412012-04-10T00:01:00.003-07:002012-04-10T00:51:05.089-07:00Sonnet III (napowrimo)Distant past interrupted this truth<br />
feeling forfeited, calling aloud, please<br />
to all you false people afraid of these<br />
Emotional days entangled with youth<br />
Screaming in old age, struggling, with their truth<br />
that haunts, waiting for the moment to tease<br />
One's conscience, with raging rants--deeply seize<br />
A caress, familiar flies, in a booth<br />
Recovering, but not well, with no spleen<br />
I live-breathe, and freakout, I see, how dare<br />
someone fuels loss--integrity that's seen<br />
The making of a life--lived, till it's bare<br />
Reign falls silent into a breathless scene<br />
The peace overcomes the flaws that float rare<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><a href="http://debbistation.tumblr.com/post/20833270092/sonnet-iii-napowrimo" target="_blank">audio</a></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez ©</span> </span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-2662620836545139752012-04-08T18:33:00.000-07:002012-04-08T18:33:23.058-07:00It's Washing AwayBars of all sorts:<br />
-dive bars, jail bars, <i>cantinas</i>, chocolate bars, metaphorical bars<br />
<br />
Lady<br />
<br />
Ladies/ <i>Mujeres</i><br />
sacrifice for their <i>familias</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
I am only first generation<br />
but here in my thirties<br />
<br />
I am the youngest<br />
six other siblings<br />
and their lives<br />
<br />
I feel more like third generation<br />
I speak Spanish<br />
I speak English<br />
<br />
I spoke them both first<br />
I mean <i>a la ves</i><br />
at the same time<br />
<br />
I sacrifice here and there<br />
for my own progress<br />
I am a lady/ <i>Mujer</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
What is sacrifice?<br />
just giving of your time<br />
for others?<br />
<br />
I am sure,<br />
if I am creative, like I'm<br />
<br />
then sacrifice and doing what I love<br />
can be<br />
simultaneous<br />
<br />
Just like those two languages<br />
that have taken me through<br />
my <i>REALIDAD</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span></i>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-40184193980533650672012-04-08T18:11:00.001-07:002012-04-08T18:14:34.644-07:00Poem of the Day on DeathThe drama dies<br />
My Grandma is gone<br />
CELEBRATE HER LIFE!<br />
--here we are, a little empty<br />
worried, anxious, <i>procupadas</i><br />
Preoccupied with the pain from<br />
the final moments<br />
<br />
DEATH causes frenzy<br />
disorder, chaos,<br />
<br />
A windy hospital<br />
reflects in my mind<br />
<br />
She was Mia's companion<br />
the friend to an only child<br />
only seven<br />
<br />
Who knew?<br />
eighty-two going on seven?<br />
<br />
I was able to know<br />
as much as much as<br />
she'd share with me<br />
<br />
She did what she wanted<br />
I let her..<br />
<br />
My mom would complain<br />
she'd worry she'd get hurt<br />
<br />
at eighty-two, washing dishes,<br />
walking around, doing what she wanted<br />
<br />
Little grandma wanted to wash her own cup<br />
So, I let her<br />
<br />
Sometimes I worried.<br />
She'd go to the hospital<br />
<br />
We'd be a little scared<br />
I visited<br />
<br />
--my mom, hysterical<br />
I went to see little grandma one time<br />
<br />
--she was calm, collective;<br />
<i>No, pues, aqui estoy bien</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
Last time, I didn't visit,<br />
I thought, mom, exaggerating, again<br />
<br />
And all of a sudden<br />
so suddenly, I mean<br />
--the relatives<br />
those people that had seen her less<br />
and less through out the years,<br />
<br />
"Wow, it must be serious", it finally registered,<br />
I thought to myself<br />
<br />
What could I do?<br />
<br />
Now she's gone<br />
Probably <i>con la Tia Licha,</i><br />
our cat that just passed, Doctor Diablo,<br />
he was black and macho,<br />
the family dog, Samantha,<br />
a golden colored mutt<br />
<br />
Some Christians came<br />
said some prayers<br />
<br />
--<b>they offended me,</b><br />
they had to go on about their rhetoric<br />
surrounding homosexuality, (as if it is bad to be gay or lesbian)<br />
What in Jesus' name did that have to do with my little Grandma?<br />
<br />
My sister, brother, and mother were prayed for..<br />
<br />
I kept my composure because I saw that the prayers were helping my mom<br />
<br />
My Abuelita Chiquita was Catholic,<br />
the whole scene was funny to me<br />
<br />
Abuela chiquita used to chant those prayers<br />
associated with the Catholic saints<br />
you know, the ones on the little cards<br />
you get at the bodegas?<br />
The saint is on one side the prayer on the other<br />
<br />
--Well, Little grandma is gone<br />
<br />
"I hope your passage over realms went well"<br />
<br />
I am not sure where you went?<br />
But I know if it weren't for you,<br />
we'd be screwed.<br />
<br />
Thanks for everything you gave us!<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-13425950183372224362012-04-06T23:28:00.003-07:002012-04-07T19:21:14.731-07:00Sonnet II (napowrimo)Amnesia distance assumes the family<br />
discusses and argues unbinds a bend<br />
in a natural fixture quite timely<br />
they ask and wish, push, shove, shame,demand, lend<br />
until regret, remorse, distance-- creates<br />
frenzy, anxious, wretched, frightful, abrupt<br />
cancerous thought, ego initiates<br />
misguided inheritance to disrupt<br />
then trusting, clarity may take, contain<br />
visions reflected in selfless remark<br />
Heart drops, is lifted, finds how to sustain<br />
And here the journey begins; we embark<br />
feel power freed-- does not deliver pain<br />
LIBERATION fills meaning-- treats our brain<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Autora Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-85144988606388112122012-04-06T02:01:00.008-07:002012-04-10T23:05:10.545-07:00People's grief...Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-42330117543613091662012-04-05T04:04:00.004-07:002012-04-05T21:07:35.363-07:00Speak Fear/ Speak Near<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Fostering a climate of</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> tempers, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">unleashing love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> to those attached </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">to the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> inconsequential</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> How can anyone ever tell?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">The bullshit from</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> the real?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">When your stuck in a community </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">inundated with</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> hatred, prejudice, and the normalizing of stereotypes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">The very things</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> STEREOTYPES</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Things--types that keep the community</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Oppressed</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Wake-UP, Wake-UP!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Tune in, don't miss out</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> It's another lie so that you buy stuff</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">so that you'll buy into the lies</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">So you stay numb,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">think less of yourself</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">--That is what they want</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">The Capitalist Monsters</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">they want</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> Lil, monsters, consumer, marketer monsters</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">"Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> whether or not you speak."----------Audre Lorde</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I advise,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">for ya'll</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> to speak out,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> speak loud,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> speak easy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">with fear if it is there, fearless otherwise</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Use your nervous cracked voice</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> to call out the unjust actions </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">as they happen</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Speak More</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Speak Fearless</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Speak Please!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Raise questions and notice!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Those types that permeate stereotypes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Only to ALIENATE!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Liberation from various types and struggles--</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">-the various struggles hoping to be won</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Overcome.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Get near to those places you think you cannot enter.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Claim a space through speaking and diminishing SILENCE!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">With fear, without fear,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">simply attempt it!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I CHALLENGE YOU!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Autora Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span></div>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-64440999959100920352012-04-03T18:39:00.004-07:002012-04-03T18:58:22.732-07:00sonnet I (napowrimo)In the gallery of comprised glimmer<br />
a somber girl forms intoxication<br />
recognizing the blurs live, sheer shimmer<br />
while others flourish--her exposition,<br />
trembles, crashes, defies--arranged attack<br />
nomalized--a condemning penalty<br />
ubiquitous, refined, blinding contracts<br />
vicious hint, daunting noise, apparently<br />
Rising parallels, unique, feverish<br />
Formulas, known and unknown, slam course, float<br />
tearing--grieving, commemorates our wish<br />
framework theory--opposing knowledge wrote<br />
figurative flights, journeys--that mountain<br />
Flames of irony, trapped, no more fountain<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Autora Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 27px;"><br />
</span></span>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045019266472044306.post-86037589721125112722012-04-03T17:22:00.004-07:002012-04-03T19:27:18.689-07:00Tremendous LifeTremendous Life<br />
Astonishing Accomplishment<br />
Rendered invisible<br />
<br />
Visibility means something<br />
to us<br />
To Struggle through POVERTY<br />
An Assassination of an Indigenous Husband<br />
<br />
Erasure of Culture<br />
But still you CHANT<br />
<br />
From your hospital bed you CHANT<br />
<br />
You CHANT like Always<br />
those old prayers worth chanting<br />
<br />
Chanting all the way from Durango<br />
The Mexico that let us all down<br />
<br />
Some grandmothers/ <i>ABUELITAS</i><br />
knit, tell stories, bake cupcakes,<br />
form HOUSEHOLDS<br />
<br />
But all you did <i>Abuelita</i> is play the Man in our lives<br />
Be our PROVIDER!<br />
bring us to <i>Los Estados Unidos, Al Norte</i><br />
<i>pa pensar nueva vida</i><br />
<br />
<i>Y hay no la pasamos</i><br />
<br />
And you CHANT<br />
--Today, I chant with you, <i>Abuelita!</i><br />
<i>Tengo tu Virgensita que te cuido por tanto ano</i><br />
<br />
I have your <i>Virgensita </i><br />
And I'll drive the provider car<br />
that you have left <u>empty</u><br />
<u><br />
</u><br />
<i>Porque como Mujer tambien puedo ser hombre</i><br />
<i>Pa que veas que las viejas si sirven pa algo</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;">By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©</span></i>Author Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925760590920351027noreply@blogger.com0