Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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Unlikely Couple

Monday, January 28th, 2008

He is an Anglo Saxon man
Protestant by faith, a Texan
She is brown of skin, dark of hair
raised by tradition and prayer

He swears to never marry one
whose faith is like that of a nun
She holds no hope for foreign men
Faith and work kept her going then

He looks for something on the net
finds an agency without sweat
She gets asked why she’s not married
by a friend who has remarried

He gets on with his selection
can cook: a must in description
She receives many letters now
politely writing back somehow

He then writes to thirty in all
considers one or more, to call
She obtains her nineteenth letter
and answer it, she had better

He reads her note taken aback
not by what she had written back
She wrote again, after a week
his letter was a tad unique

Somehow it worked and came to pass
eight years of marriage, now surpass
He is her friend, husband you see
She is his match and mom to three

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Growing up in poverty and conflict, I may have known some people who could be classified as “Notorious”- in one form or another. Yet, for the life of me, when tasked to pretend to know one and write about them, all I could do was ask my father-in-law, if he knew or heard of anyone notorious enough to write about. He then proceeded to tell me of about this guy, Joaquin Murietta, who supposedly got captured and beheaded, with his head being put on display.

There seems to be a lot of myth, good old-fashioned rumor and half-truths about the guy and his story (life and death) from what little research I could do due to an imposed time constraint. But I figured, if he made a good subject of both fiction and truth, he would make a good subject to write about in a poem (however weird, it may seem).

Here’s what I came up with under 15 minutes of writing and editing:

Joaquin

You walk a path, grim trodden
Bent on avenging those you lost
Blood, stains your worn dark boots
Dead bodies, strewn in your wake

Was it not but a while ago
you tended to farming with such love?
Now your eyes are cold as ice
Your heart, beats terror and death

Wish time could be rolled back
to days of love, hope and peace
when your smile and laughter
yielded more, than golden fields

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She reminds me

Sunday, January 13th, 2008

She reminds me Of a pale yellow rosebud
attempting to bloom in the rain
while the frost of winter thaws
slowly seeps, into thirsting earth

She blossoms in defiance
petals opening, reaching out
to touch hardened hearts
and souls, aged by sorrow

She believes, hopes and endures
more than most, yielding only
to time; withering, resistant
fragrant still, even then

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Gift and Witness

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

Gift and Witness

The clink of your coin in a tin cup
was all that bore witness to a gift
just a moment caught in time, impressed
in the heart of a blind street beggar

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Shoe Shine Boy

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

Shoe Shine Boy You made them shine,
all sizes and kinds. Shoes,
of others, entrusted to hands
chaffed and callused – yours.

For years, you polished,
worked – before and after
school; struggling with a load
of rags and borrowed books.

Recently, I saw you give
a shoe shine boy his tip;
his eyes grew big as saucers –
a chauffeur drove you away.

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Patchwork Child

Thursday, November 1st, 2007

Patchwork Child

You rode the harsh storms in silence
a warrior with lips pursed tight
Tresses, parted in the middle
A white blossom behind your ear

In your bare hands are held tightly
Strings and rags, age-yellowed and worn
Your eyes, a veil of pain endured
In the hushed dark nights of conflict

Hunger is just one more worry
Your weary mind cannot indulge
Like the sadness that hung heavy
At your hearts door - unsatisfied

Through it all, you rise, soul intact
With collected strength, weaving dreams
Piece by piece, patch by patch, joining
A patchwork of life: full and true

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Here where once dreamt, a senorita

Monday, October 29th, 2007

Here where once dreamt, a senorita Cracked, uneven pavement, trampled upon
by bare footsteps of shadows past and gone
lead the way onward to a favored spot
where, treasured memories, are all but caught
dancing, gamboling in this porch of dreams
while glitter and stardust, sparkles and gleams.

Blossoms of sweet scented sampaguita
greet souls like a glass of margarita.
Tiny tight-lipped buds, hiding their beauty
coyly at daytime; all, bound by duty
like the creaky steps that sound an alarm
as I come to this porch, drawn by its charm.

True, it is quite old and needing some work
yet, somewhere in here joy and peace does lurk
chasing ghosts away and spreading good cheer,
that a heart, who has known nothing but fear
may take repose with the sampaguita
right here, where once dreamt, a senorita.

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Husband

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

Husband In firm reassurance, you gently take my hand
when my head, with many untold worries, spin
When temper flares and anger dominates me
peace and reason, your quiet reproach, lets in

With love and understanding, you set me free
basking in the hopes and dreams, we chose
You believed in me, turned my tears to joy
In moments of despair, you held me close

A lifetime is not enough time to cherish
what precious memories we have together
Our friendship grows, as our love endures
husband of mine, my true significant other

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September Beauty

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

Sweet voiced lass of beauty fair
claim your due on this your day;
away be yourself from trouble’s lair
to greet the morning with joy today.

September Beauty

Be still not, in your merry quest
proclaim more praise of God, untold;
embrace love, in His peace take rest
and so sing from your heart of gold.

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