Category: poetry

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Day 9: A Zine Fiend (Magic 9)

My obsession is known for my quest on zines

Libraries achieve these authors’ works for fans:

Poetry, letters, comics, and clips from magazines.

Zinesters put these items together and distribute publicly.

My search continues for all ideas to be seen.

Libraries to stores to festivals and distros

Self-publishing is here and I’m uncovering a scene.

Clearly, given the world something that has a demand.

If you want to make your own world, then create some zines.

 

This poetic form is known as the “Magic 9”: a 9 line poem with a rhyme scheme that is “ABACADABA.” Think abracadabra without “2 R’s”

Click here for more info on the “Magic 9″poetic form

click here on zines

 

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Day 6: 13 views of Sacramento (in Senryu)

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Poet:
Pain in the city
Minds are numb by so much pain
But, we want some more

Governor:
In charge of the state
But this city is a mess
The mayor will fix it

Homeless:
do you have some change?
They act like they don’t see me
Still they go around

State Worker:
have to get to work
Only here for ten hours
Hmm, happy hour

Student:
love WiFi WiFi.
We can be out & online
This town has it all

Out of towner:
why was I sent here?
Meetings, hotel, food, drinks, bored
Nothing to do here

Uber Driver:
so where are they at
These one way streets confuse me
Why you over there?

Bus Driver:
these loud passengers
Woah, these cars better watch out
Through the city again

Mayor: 

Just got elected
The problems in this city
What do we do first

Owner:
Move on, homeless guy
Raise prices to deal with fees
What event will pay

Bicyclist:
hope these cars sees me
Never deal with this traffic
Making good timing

Musician:
This is my New York
Hear the city’s sweet rhythm
Just play my music

Artist:
Open the window
The pictures are all right there
What action is art?

The views of Sacramento are so obscure. So I put the views in Senryu(haiku with emotions). The city life is fast pace but I understand the point of the rush.

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Day 4 – Banana meets Strawberry (Enigma)

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One day, a banana met a strawberry in a fruit bowl. They talked about their interests and goals. They went off to the counter and the banana started to peel. The strawberry was impressed of the big tall banana. So, they both took a dip in the yogurt bowl and swam around. “Oh, banana,” said strawberry, “you are so great. I want to blend with you.”
“I want to blend with you.” said an excited banana. The banana caress strawberry’s seeded exterior which started a spiral in the yogurt bowl. They began to swirl and swirl.
“Oh, Strawberry!”
“Oh, Banana!”
The swirling was intense. They blended so hard they started to merge. Then, banana felt something. Then, strawberry felt something.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Don’t stop!”

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger. “I can’t believe it!” Screamed strawberry, “This is incredible!”
The feeling was reaching its apex.

Their emotions heighten. Their senses peaking.

Lost themselves in the feeling, banana and strawberry started to speak:
I’m gonna!   I’m gonna!

WE’RE GONNA!

SMOOTHIE!

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Day 3 – Elegy to My 20s 

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My 20s
I miss you so
I miss the long night of having fun
And the short cash to pay dues.

No children to be responsible for
But put away childish things
Because they call me an adult.
What?

To Overindulge on all vices as a pick me up
But loss friends because they couldn’t give it up

Crying like a baby for losing family
And reevaluate places I go for safety

Understanding that love and relationships work different.
By losing people personally and in business.

Graduating with degrees and military accomplishments.
But realizing that I am glad that I survive all of it.

Rest in peace

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Day 2 – Tuna Roma

Tuna Roma
Will put you in a coma
Sitting there
Unprepared
Like folks from Oklahoma

So get a large bowl
Dump in these ingredients
2 cans of Tuna, spaghetti sauce, and cooked pasta
Stir with a big spoon
And do the Chacha
Sprinkle some mozzarella cheese
It will make you weak in the knees.

Cover with waxed paper
Nuke for 4 minutes
Uncover the top
And throw the rest of the cheese in it.
Let it sit covered
As the cheese melt
Uh, Hope you like the Beatles
You’re about to scream help.

Something for the kids and lone performers. I like to introduce you to Tuna Roma

click here is the recipe: http://www.rodalewellness.com/recipes/tuna-roma

 

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NaPoWriMo Early Bird Prompt: Haibun – Host Duty

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I wrote a Haibun with the NaPoWriMo early bird Prompt. It is on my first open mic Host Duty at Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged in Sacramento, CA:

On March 30, 2017:

I went to Luna’s cafe to be a spectator or performer for the open mic night. But I was bestowed an uncommon opportunity: I became the host of Joe Montoya’s poetry unplugged. Unbelievable. I have a café packed with a great audience, a half – filled list of eager performers and poet wanting to get on stage, and no feature to showcase their work.

I was definitely going to work some magic in this room tonight. But, I pulled it off and it worked out. So, attending Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged for a year and 9 months,  I have worked every open mic show role.  I have performed on that stages as an amateur, a feature (Duo and Solo), and now a host. So let’s see what is next? Owner?

Opportunity
New host rises from the crowd
New journey begins

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My Interview

I was excited to have an interview done on me. I like to thank Izzy Lala for doing an interview on me and my poetry pieces. It was an amazing experience to see me from someone else’s point of view. Plus, I started to understand the image that I projected publicly. The statement of being a tone setter is interesting since I, primarily, sign up as the first poet that starts the show.

My roots with poetry are premature. I have been rapping since I was 10 years old. So, alot of my poems were turned into rap lyrics immediately. Some people say that Rapping is not poetry. I question the remark because evolution is a recurring event. So, when poets view new or strange styles of poetry, they need to understand the importance is still the words. I thought about how I would define my own. I always assumed poetry was similar to a painting or music. I made it for someone to check it out and they created their own interpretation. But reading Austin Kleon’s book, Show Your Work, states my work can’t tell stories itself.

My poetry is my work.

Check out Izzy Lala interview of me:

Seeking The Mic