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A Different Point Of View

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I may indulge

in upside down

visions a different

point of

view

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giving you pictures

of reflections

shadows clouds

and waters

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all fleeting

all temporarily

true

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You can view me, reading this poem for you, here.

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Dedicated To Generation Female

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lead me my heart

where I am welcomed

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with joy and gratitude

hold me there with laughter

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pin me with sweet thoughts

of greatness so that I may

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shine forever not lamenting

nor lacking lead me

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to my own

independence

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The poem, written in August, I dedicate to all the people participating to the Generation Female Global Summit where I will be one of the speakers! I hope to see you there, tomorrow, where you can ask me questions or hear my story, it would be lovely. Please click here to enroll.

Come With Me

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Come with me today to my poetry reading in the Coachella Valley in California!

It will take you only 3’09” to be with me and virtually fly there as I introduce you to my poems.

The book I’m reading from, California Notebooks 01 was written there. I wanted to give back to the desert, with this reading, the inspiration it bestowed on me.

This book is dedicated

to those souls whose flesh is too tight

to those whose dreams are real and reality seems

to be a dream

Poetry Reading Here

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Together we rock!

Thank you 🙏

In Spite Of Me

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when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry

I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact

time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me

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Removed

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under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity

This poem is part of the collection Crossing Riviera.

By the way, in case you wish to give me some feedback based on your experience or instruction, this new Blocks Editor DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! Not sure it works for poems… even the Schedule seems more lengthy and complicated and, sorry for the past few weeks, missing the usual posting time and dates – I was experimenting with the Block Editor! Arrgh…

Superlatives

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the wildest

is at the bottom

of peace

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the loneliest

is found among

a crowd

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the kindest

is yourself forgiving

after rage

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Poem from Silente

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Last week no poems were ever published due to the gravity of George Floyd’s killing and in observance and solidarity of Black Tuesday and Black Lives Matter.

Solitude Serves Me Well

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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by

then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler

or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping

volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose

that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well

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This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.

The Look My Soul Has

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.

Well Defined

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I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined

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Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.

 

An Upside Down World

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tonight
the moon is full

emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated

from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light

an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to

find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes

slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within

 

 

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…

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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery

as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay

where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder

when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds

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