'Poets!' ©
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Poets, where are you?
Where are your songs?
Bring your flowers,
and colorful plumage
to our gathering
of poetic minds.
Bring your soul
and open it before us.
That we may comtemplate
our own reflection,
and rejoice in our drive,
and revive in our poetic choice.
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Be with your song, oh poet!
Bring forth your dream!
Paul Aponte
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'Los Cabrones' ©
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We are one.
We are one.
We are tied into one.
A bunch of cool cabrones y cabronas.
Chingones sin calzones.
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Exposing ourselves for all to see
our unabashed, uncensored words.
Our creativity flows in us,
shared,
through us,
shared,
between us,
shared,
massaging our hearts and minds
shared.
Our souls binds us.
Shared muse, shared minds.
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The stream we drink of
is the future we think of.
No bullshit.
We're the cabrones,
chingones sin calzones.
No stained covering for us.
No strained loving for us.
It's real, or it isn't.
No bullshit.
Words flowing
like the first tears we saw mamá crying,
like dew rolling down una hoja de maguey,
like tequila down a virgin throat.
Our words flow for us,
for you,
from us.
Popocatépetl never flowed like this.
The quetzal was never as colorful
as
los cabrones,
chingones sin calzones.
¡Epa!
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Paul Aponte
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