Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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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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Luz and I

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Luz and I I know her from a while ago
she first gave me a smile
it was just a meeting of two souls
souls seeking enlightenment
to a life filled with questions

She sat with me for days
we spoke and opened up ourselves
to pain and to what life offers
offering each other comfort
without question or doubts

She was there, a friend
in a place full of strangers
baring her soul to my very own
owning to our fears we are
one in spirit, Luz and I

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Aurora

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

Aurora

As the wind gently lifts her hair
I look into eyes so at a loss
Yet as she moves to tread on life
she stares at fear in the eye

Her face has the look of thunder
her wrath tells of a violent storm
But no one sees the sadness
and no one feels her pain

No one knows of the nights
she sits all alone in the dark
arms wrapped around herself
fighting tears with all her might

Then she wears her mask again
perhaps put on a smile today
until she’s by herself tonight
in the dark all alone once more

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Whiners and Complainers

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Whiners and Complainers On the streets and everywhere,
whiners go about their business,
bemoaning their very state.
Closely trailing them in turn
are complainers of all types
sociopolitical in some areas
religious or anti-everything.
Their voices fill the air
like noisy buzzes and yelps.
They all cry out in unison
about something or the other
meandering their way into lives
that could care less.
Still, they exist for a reason.
Perhaps, as a simple reminder
that we were once poor in spirit.
To make us count our blessings.
Maybe, it is our turn to share
the love and mercy we received.
To help us be content
when we are not.

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Atacama: A Deserted Memory

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

Atacama: A deserted memory

Andes rainshadow’s creation.
Host to ghosts, arid location.
A plateau of salt basins, sand
and lava flows. Pinochet’s land.

Ancient mummies, its dry dirt stores.
At Chuqui mine, are copper ores.
Saltpeter boom towns, forgotten
one, a prison camp so rotten.

There, in dead silence, landmines lost
grim chain of souls, sweet freedom’s cost.
Hades of healers, professors
and artists fenced by oppressors.

And while motels, Calama boasts
Atacama touts mostly ghosts.
Its soil, in places, that of Mars:
deserted memory of scars.

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Salazar’s prize

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

Salazar’s Prize Salazar and his wife line up
with hopeful hearts, owned by a dream
dreamt by thirty thousand others
offered by a gameshow’s prizes

He waits with her, amongst a crowd
fairly anxious, still determined
tired and hungry, tempers rising
a stampede! Death toll: eighty-eight

Now, Salazar wails for his wife
cursing himself and poverty
he mourns for dreams pinioned in blood
his prize: a knife pierced through his heart

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Author’s Comments:

Inspired by an actual tragedy. A sad, but truthful account of reality.

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Restavek

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

Restavek Blistered and scarred young body
age five; face of an old soul
Tattered rags covered in filth
memories dimmed by anguish

Pained eyes masked in sweaty grime
serving a slavemaster’s whim
As death draws closer each day
freedom yearned: a dream unreal

Like a shadow in the dark
obscured, existing, ignored
Of tradition born, disguised
slave to a twisted system

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Author’s Comments:

Restavek (also restavec) - In the poem refers to a Childslave. The word is derived from the French phrase “reste avec” meaning “to stay with”. It refers to a social system (some say tradition) in Haiti whereby parents unable to care for their children send them to relatives or strangers living in more urban areas where they are supposed to receive food and housing (and sometimes an education) in exchange for light housework. In reality, Restaveks often live in grinding poverty, enslaved to their “hosts” and rarely receiving an education. In most cases, when they are no longer able to work and/or are ill, they are abandoned or left to fend for themselves and/or die by their so called hosts.

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Mon Ami

Friday, July 13th, 2007

Mon Ami You of radiant smile, a free, giving heart
sunlight that shone, in the rain, a dear friend
strong of purpose, gentle spirit, a part
of my life to remember without end

A bright eyed person that I could depend
to count on then when times were very hard
with thousands of miles between, to contend
your strength and true friendship somehow kept guard

So a better person I became, blessed
and more of a blessing because of you
your kindness in my heart and mind impressed
I somehow hope to share with others too

In my heart you will stay, always will be
a ray of sunshine that still shines in me

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