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BL Poets: …Pa’lante…

Puerto Rico

National Poetry Month …Pa’lante… By  Erica Ramos Pa’lante, Pa’lante Siempre Pa’lante es lo que cantaron nuestra gente! Vino Colón y dice que nos descubrió, but look into our history and you’ll see it was the Taino. The Caribs, Tainos and Arawaks fueron los que empezaron nuestra tierra, so why is it our people are to Read More

BL Poets: Let me explain my pain

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National Poetry Month Let Me Explain My Pain By Vivian D. Vargas My Tears Are The Rain My Anger Is The Fire That Maintained Bitter Barley Breathing Lungs Unspoken Words So I Speak As The Pen Is My Tongue My Heart Made Of Brittle Skin In Your Finger Tips My Heart fell In You Tightened Read More

BL Poets: 100% Mexican-American

Mexico Flag

National Poetry Month   100% Mexican-American By Christina Ortega Phillips Say what you want, but I love the trumpets’ blare, paired with the bass, I can hardly wait for the right time to let mi grito loose. I also rock out To Elton, Petty, Mellencamp, Journey, Madonna and Cher. My heart’s rhythm beats a zappaterra, Read More

BL Poets: Suspiro venezolano

Poetry rose

Suspiro venezolano By David Beltran La ternura de su sonrisa se encuentra sobre mi mirada tímida buscando el comienzo del amor desconocido; pero la Luna sosiega la desesperación de mi búsqueda de su voz; el aire de la noche traviesa le lleva un beso temeroso murmullando su nombre.   Calling all poets! We’ll be posting Read More

BL Poets: Dear Momma

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National Poetry Month Dear Momma By Angel “ARodomus” Rodriguez We’re growing up on welfare, eating scraps for survival I remember mother’s love, for hers there is no rival Felt my mother’s warmth, see pretty freckles on her face Surviving through those struggles, none could ever take her place The one who shaped my youth, loved Read More

BL Poets: Skyline

Skyline

National Poetry Month Skyline By Viktoria Valenzuela Deep purple, is the expanse of stars, flecked with police helicopters Towering over the Hemisphere, and behind the Drury Hotel, neon embers mimic splintered barrio ground. Asphalt streets shimmer in broken beer bottle splendor. Delight through crispy leaves delight through fallen pecans and cicada shells. There is delight Read More