Submissions by LobodeSanPedro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Know justice ... Know peace!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 8:32pm
14th Aug 2016 8:32pm
Reflection
Native Son ..
... rises on a new day O'er old sands.
Reflecting
I loved the black asphalt school yard courts on 135th and Lenox best
big bold three foot letters on the wall declared
HARLEM PLAYS THE BEST BALL IN THE COUNTRY.
I drove by the courts the other day
remembering I never cared about scoring
it was always about owning the dude I was guarding.
it was always a bonus if his girl was there
then I'd embarrass him by knocking his shot onto the next court
everybody...
... rises on a new day O'er old sands.
Reflecting
I loved the black asphalt school yard courts on 135th and Lenox best
big bold three foot letters on the wall declared
HARLEM PLAYS THE BEST BALL IN THE COUNTRY.
I drove by the courts the other day
remembering I never cared about scoring
it was always about owning the dude I was guarding.
it was always a bonus if his girl was there
then I'd embarrass him by knocking his shot onto the next court
everybody...
1312 reads
30 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Aug 2016 4:19am
8th Aug 2016 4:19am
Madonna
Painting by Edvard Munich
Madonna
each morning I get up early
just to feel the meadow cry
her tears crushed beneath my feet
sometimes I cry with her
though meek are my offerings
I offer my breasts as vessels
as a mother should
a butterfly studies the freckles upon them
she's chased away by a honeybee
but there is no nectar to bleed
I brush my fingers against a surly old tree
for he has dropped so many of his little chandeliers
I pick up the thorny brown hives
and...
Madonna
each morning I get up early
just to feel the meadow cry
her tears crushed beneath my feet
sometimes I cry with her
though meek are my offerings
I offer my breasts as vessels
as a mother should
a butterfly studies the freckles upon them
she's chased away by a honeybee
but there is no nectar to bleed
I brush my fingers against a surly old tree
for he has dropped so many of his little chandeliers
I pick up the thorny brown hives
and...
1492 reads
30 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2016 3:59am
10th Apr 2016 3:59am
...
fighting for sunlight
gnarled limbs contorted
suffocating grip
gnarled limbs contorted
suffocating grip
1343 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 7:21am
10th Mar 2016 7:21am
frequent flyer mile restrictions
1339 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2016 4:14am
6th Jan 2016 4:14am
...
melt reality
bourbon licks resignation
pour me another
bourbon licks resignation
pour me another
1463 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 9:41pm
31st Dec 2015 9:41pm
Okay (my least favorite word)
Okay ... ?
No it's not "okay"!
It's not even good
Otherwise I wouldn't be yelling to the point
where I'm about to shit my pants ...
Hell
Don't even speak because I don't want you
mistaking this for a conversation.
Just get him what he needs.
Okay ... ?
No I'm not okay with it.
You know I hate her in my house
but you put her in my face anyway.
I'm going out, is that "okay" with you?
Okay .. ?
I just got blindsided by a kid who was texting
My airbag broke my nose and I'm spitting...
No it's not "okay"!
It's not even good
Otherwise I wouldn't be yelling to the point
where I'm about to shit my pants ...
Hell
Don't even speak because I don't want you
mistaking this for a conversation.
Just get him what he needs.
Okay ... ?
No I'm not okay with it.
You know I hate her in my house
but you put her in my face anyway.
I'm going out, is that "okay" with you?
Okay .. ?
I just got blindsided by a kid who was texting
My airbag broke my nose and I'm spitting...
1443 reads
38 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2015 10:39am
29th Dec 2015 10:39am
I Captured the World in Mason Jars while drinking from Scooby Doo Jelly Jars ...
My pecan brown mother raised me to fear only one thing
failure.
It wasn't hard for me to understand this
hopscotching the needles and junkies painted along the sidewalks
like they belonged there and I was all wrong.
She sent me to my grandmother's farm during the summer so I'd know what was right
in me.
As the curtain rose
on many a cerulean night
Along the Bohicket River
the reverberations of crickets' altos
beckoned a response from the bass
of the bullfrogs under our porch.
They...
failure.
It wasn't hard for me to understand this
hopscotching the needles and junkies painted along the sidewalks
like they belonged there and I was all wrong.
She sent me to my grandmother's farm during the summer so I'd know what was right
in me.
As the curtain rose
on many a cerulean night
Along the Bohicket River
the reverberations of crickets' altos
beckoned a response from the bass
of the bullfrogs under our porch.
They...
#memories
#childhood
2040 reads
31 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 7:52pm
28th Dec 2015 7:52pm
Though I May Try ... There is No Perfect Place nor Time to Love You
When I first wrote my name on your body
it was as a child would.
Grabbing every crayon from the box.
Trees were purple and blue.
Grass was orange.
The sky yellow.
The dog red.
Didn't understand the lines and curves I slalomed over aimlessly
with my broad strokes.
I needed to feed my ego.
Not my soul.
My tongue poking out and wrapped tight around my upper lip
because I wanted to prove I could master this creation.
Nonetheless you guided me patiently.
Tenderly....
it was as a child would.
Grabbing every crayon from the box.
Trees were purple and blue.
Grass was orange.
The sky yellow.
The dog red.
Didn't understand the lines and curves I slalomed over aimlessly
with my broad strokes.
I needed to feed my ego.
Not my soul.
My tongue poking out and wrapped tight around my upper lip
because I wanted to prove I could master this creation.
Nonetheless you guided me patiently.
Tenderly....
1606 reads
32 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 10:37am
28th Dec 2015 10:37am
...
one always loves more
Cupid has merely nicked her
my spine has been pierced
Cupid has merely nicked her
my spine has been pierced
1250 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 10:34am
28th Dec 2015 10:34am
...
crawled inside your dreams
there weren't any unicorns
just you kissing me
there weren't any unicorns
just you kissing me
1247 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2015 11:57pm
16th Dec 2015 11:57pm
...
Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.
O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.
Let my fingers brush the...
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.
O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.
Let my fingers brush the...
1446 reads
23 Comments
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