Southern Cross Poetry

The US Presidential Elections 2016 Poem

2016-11-09T00:36:00.000-03:00

Today, the USA is voting for their next president. I wrote a poem about it and I want to share it with you. Feel free to comment and to share. It is called US Presidential Elections 2016:

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote if you’ve been robbed;

Vote if you’ve been burgled;

Vote if you’ve been raped;

Vote if you’ve been molested;

Vote if you’ve been discriminated against;

Vote if you’ve been enslaved;

Vote if you’ve been shot;

Vote if you’ve been hit;

Vote if you’ve been kidnapped;

Vote if you’ve been blackmailed;

Vote if you’ve been smuggled;

Vote if you’ve been theft;

Vote if you’ve been bag-snatched;

Vote if you’ve been theft of your identity;

Vote if you’ve been pickpocketed;

Vote if you’ve been molested;

Vote if you’ve been bullied;

Vote if you’ve been impaled;

Vote if you’ve been invaded;

Vote if you’ve been falsely accused;

Vote if you’ve been wrongly imprisoned;

Vote if you’ve been degraded;

Vote if you’ve been brutalised;

Vote if you’ve been degraded;

Vote if you’ve been libelled;

Vote if you’ve been slandered;

Vote if you’ve been profiled;

Vote if you’ve been feeling there is no way out.

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote if you want war to end;

Vote if you want renewable sources of energy to be use;

Vote if you want profiling to stop;

Vote if you want to live without fear;

Vote if you want terrorism to stop;

Vote if you want quality education;

Vote if you want to save endangered species;

Vote if you want the wall not to exist;

Vote if you want women to be safe;

Vote if you want your rights to be maintained;

Vote if you want to end discrimination against those of different race, colour, sex, gender, sex characteristics, gender identity sexual orientation, othering, medicinal drug use, wage, family status, pregnancy, language, religion, caste, political ideas, national or social origin, property, birth, mental and physical disability, military status;

Vote if you want to end state discrimination;

Vote if you want the rich to pay what they should;

Vote if you want your food free of agrochemicals;

Vote if you want justice for everyone;

Vote if you want health insurance for all;

Vote if you want more forests;

Vote if you want more human rights;

Vote if you don’t want white supremacists in your hood;

Vote if you want to end persecution of any kind;

Vote if you don’t want trigger-happy policepersons;

Vote if you want school massacres to end;

Vote if you want to end with sweatshops;

Vote if you want to strengthen the economy;

Vote if you want to end corruption;

Vote if you want lobbies to stop controlling the government;

Vote if you want to keep Medicare;

Vote if you want slavery to end;

Vote if you want the lies to stop;

Vote if you want the 1% not to continue controlling your life;

Vote if you want to sit in any place of the bus.

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote for your freedom;

Vote for your civil rights;

Vote for your liberties;

Vote for your human rights;

Vote for your dignity.

Vote for your family;

Vote for your friends;

Vote for your fellow citizens;

Vote for yourself.

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote for those who can’t;

Vote for those who have died for you to vote;

Vote for those who are to come;

Vote for those who don’t want you to vote;

Vote for those who are dying for you to be able to vote.

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote to show the common people strength;

Vote to show others they have to vote.

Vote, vote, vote, and vote again,

keep voting until your hands bleed;

vote in every election;

vote, vote, vote, and vote again.

Vote for the future;

Vote for democracy;

Vote 'cause you can;

Vote before it's too late;

Go, vote, now!

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No tilte

2016-05-30T16:04:00.000-03:00

I’ll try to keep ajar the door leading to madness

before it’s too late for us;

the flower dies;

I lose your eyes;

I might die.

I’ll try to keep ajar the door leading to madness

to help us navigate in our love river

through ashes and pain.

Singing Bird

2016-04-01T15:45:00.000-03:00

Written during a class about Maya Angelou by PhD. Denise Y. Mose at George English International in LiuShi, China.

Singing Bird

For Maya Angelou

I drop a tear

for that caged bird,

who in the end

rose.

Silent powerful spring fairy,

thunderous roaring lion…

Phoenix

beacon

shining star

blackbird singing

her love for people,

one sad word at a time.

Oldwithnew

2016-03-04T11:35:00.001-03:00

It's been a while since I last posted something, I'm sorry about this. Today, I leave you with a poem from what I hope is my upcoming book of poetry about China. This poem was written while I was visiting a tea house and library in YueQing with my friend George. In this beautiful old place located in the old downtown district of YueQing we met some of George's friends who make a living of refurbishing old and historical houses and buildings so that they are not forgotten and destroyed.

The old city disappears

under concrete funded trees,

old money washes new powers,

meanwhile,

the young ones draw with tea

over a worn out table

brand new mobiles QQ of the past,

the future has hit them so fast

their smiles are yesterday’s dust

today the old bricks shine anew

a future designed to last

fusing oldwithnew

the young ones refuse to forget

they are fighting obsolete views

one forgotten place at a time.

News and Magazines

2015-06-19T00:48:00.000-03:00

So, it´s been a while since I last posted here, but here are some news:

I´m in China now, so things go slower for posting. I hope soon to be publishing a bilingual book in English and Chinese, only time will tell.

The Spanish magazine Gealittera published one of my short stories in their number 9, check it out in their web page. Chekc their Facebook page for submission guidelines:

http://revistagealittera.blogspot.com.es/search/label/N%C2%BA%209.%20Mayo%202015.%20%C3%81rboles

The on line magazine Maudlin House has published some of my poems in their number 10, thanks to them, you can check the number and follow them for more literature on their website or on Facebook. This is a really good magazine, just read the previous numbers and you'll see that their contributors are great writers, except for me. You decide check my contribution under: Drinking Mate with Mao. Here's the link:

http://maudlinhouse.net/ Web page

Also, the people from the Mexican literary joiurnal Arribos published a poem in their number 0. More to come from this project which can be bought all along Mexico or can be checked on line after printing. Also, check their Facebook page for submission guidelines.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Arribos/957053237673487?fref=ts Facebook page

http://issuu.com/creacionliterariafaroindiosverdes/docs/arribos_00 Digital version of Arribos Magazine

Finally, I got a poem published (Ecuaciones) by Hebra Editorial from Chile in their literary booklet Poesía para vencer la derrota which is distributed during protests and gatherings for free. There is also an on line version on ISSUU platform. Check their Facebook page for submission guidelines:

https://www.facebook.com/hebraeditorial?fref=ts Facebook page

http://issuu.com/nicogando/docs/poesia_vencer_la_derrota_0e04700237ac4d?fb_action_ids=10205781963444966&fb_action_types=og.shares&fb_source=other_multiline&action_object_map=%5B1078876322127411%5D&action_type_map=%5B%22og.shares%22%5D&action_ref_map=%5B%5D Digital version of Poesía para vencer la derrota

Thanks to all these literary magazines for publishing my work. Hope to continue contributing with them and with many more... See ya all around...

Juan

Little Terracotta Warriors

2015-03-30T04:29:00.000-03:00

It's been a while since I last posted somthing here but I think it's time for me to put an end to this posting drought. So here we go, Little Terracotta Warriors

We march,

since we’re little,

we march,

little terracotta warriors

we train our body,

mind,

soul,

scyamaching under the sun,

kung-fusing in the play-go-round

scyamaching to a song’s rhythm

we stoically take our orders,

a marching childhood,

marching towards a future unknown,

marching ‘cause we’re told so,

we march,

we always march,

twenty-first century Spartans,

marching towards a future unknown,

marching that’s all we know.

Students doing special PE class. Fan Xian 2º Middle School @me

Beautiful World

2014-06-07T16:48:00.002-03:00

Today I was inspired by a picture from @NASA's twitter account so posted this on twitter based on the image I'm sharing with you below. A beautiful world this of ours, a shame so many still don't believe that it's worth fighting for it.

@NASA @astro_reid #micropoema #poem Deep blue lovely world/BOOM!/I blow my mind instead of a bomb

Image copyright @NASA. This was the twitt it came with: @Astro_Reid shared this image yesterday from the #ISS, wishing everyone a great weekend http://bit.ly/SmcxO5 pic.twitter.com/70mySBJioj

A memoir of your lips

2014-02-12T00:39:00.000-03:00

I set down my glasses,

the music began,

my fingers fly over

the keyboard

my heart

my mind

lengen hope

so hard to explain

so easy to vomit

the room keeps spinning out,

why?

something deep inside of me wondered

out loud

shout

yell cry for the moon

still, it persists,

this feeling

of not belonging,

not having,

not knowing,

it endures

the harshness

of the rock floor I step on

tonight

why? I wonder,

someone wanders inside of me

trying to escape.

In the end,

my body aches

the room ricochets

turn inside out I go

back to sleep

endless nightmare of being

I close my eyes

my lips on yours recollected a memoir

of my imagination,

deep down,

your lips on mine

the glasses fell off my hand,

I rake the pieces

of my broken self

my hands covered in blood

my heart splattered on the ground

it is just a memoir...

...your lips on mine...

Angel from Franco Carlesimo

Sigh

2013-12-29T01:19:00.002-03:00

So,

I saw her,

a picture of her,

my heart rambled across the room,

my mind away was blown,

her smile came into view

I remember,

my last words to her,

coward-ly, my retreat was,

my mind away is blown,

again, again...

infinite

her smile came into sight

I saw her picture,

today,

so...

sigh

Angel, by Franco Carlesimo

Bouncing Mary

2013-05-29T22:50:00.001-03:00

This is a tribute to Tim Burton's "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories", a book which I love.

There once was a girl,

who was born with a long tail,

and a fat bouncing butt,

the doctor confused her with a hybrid,

a third-human, a third-ball, a third-rat

her parents love her despite these facts.

They named her Mary,

after her sole aunt,

when she grew up

the kids call her anything but that.

Unfortunately for Mary,

her life changed at puberty,

her body began to change

her tail grew longer,

her body grew rounder,

so much she grew in just a few weeks,

that soon enough,

she couldn't fit anymore

inside her house.

Rolling down the hill to buy the grocers was no problem for her,

the issue was coming back the slope,

without breaking any eggs.

One day, facing the sloppy way home,

she realised she could bounce quite high

and float like a balloon her way back home.

As days went by she became lighter,

and soon her father started to tie her down

to the house by her tail.

A storm brew one day,

and struck poor Mary,

whose parents didn't make it home

before it started,

Mary tried desperately to get a hold of the house chimney,

the trees, and even the street lights,

but she was helpless,

and so,

the strong winds shoot her off to the skies

that dark and gloomy day,

now Mary floats around the world,

like a small satellite,

her parents visit her once a year,

when her orbit takes her near the roof of their house.

Hugo Rafael Chávez Frías (1954-2013)

2013-03-05T23:51:00.000-03:00

Chávez is dead, Chávez is dead the papers said,

up North something stirred from its engraved bed,

remember Hugo Chávez may be dead but his ideas, ideals are not.

Chávez is dead, but please don’t come bother for cheap oil again…

Thank you, come back soon…

Watery Love

2013-02-23T11:06:00.000-03:00

Rain fell down over our naked bodies,

we fell into a sea of clouds,

our love bathed the shores of madness,

and as naked as we were,

our love let us escape through the starless night.

What will become of me?

2013-01-28T22:21:00.000-03:00

There is so much at stake

that I don’t want to give away,

‘cause If I give away,

I don’t know what’ll be of me now.

And who but I know

what can happen

If I decide to lose.

Let there be no more sorrow,

in my heart;

for sorrow only poisons

my tired mind.

Diego giving away in Slumberland... @Me-2012

Too soon to say hello/bye

2013-01-05T22:23:00.000-03:00

a swan cries her heart out,

an immortal tear near the river draws my zodiac sign in the sky,

the stars dance rabid ska-rock,

a dune too long to see the horizon.

I heard a mute note on the distance,

the sea sang her lovely reggae song,

the rhythm of the foam took me back home,

a horizon too long to see the dune.

We met at a crystal meth staircase,

we chat 'till tomorrow became yesterday and today, never...

we parted with a soft good-bye touch of lips and hips,

she flew away in a salsa infused waved,

I walked until the horizon became dune,

a dune too long to see the horizon, again...

Image by Sulamith Wulfing; I took it from http://thegoldenagesite.blogspot.com.ar/2013/01/blog-post_5.html

Micropoem

2012-11-10T19:51:00.000-03:00

not every day the moon shines at day as does your smile in my bed…

Too many questions, too little answers

2012-10-27T19:27:00.002-03:00

All things said and done,

I'm still looking through the shattered stained glass for a solution,

a brighter day may come,

but unless I tune my ears,

it will fade away,

like a little sister who drowns in tears of despair,

her pink bunny transformed into a dildo,

her dildo transmutated into a womanizer,

her womanizer turned into a confessor,

her confessor converted into an a-bomb,

her a-bomb changed into tears of despair,

like a little suicidal sister who drowns in sweet virginal blood,

a real solution for imaginary problems?

an imaginary solution for real issues?

The world keeps spinning round and round,

a week ago, thousands of children died of hunger in Africa,

six days ago, another Qom cried because he/she was no longer free in a democratic country,

the next day, 5 CEOs moved the clock down to extinction for marlins close to 0,

four days ago, nothing happened?

three days ago, another one bite the dust while sending a tweet,

the next morning, police raided a theatre looking for drugs, while a judge bought it in the courthouse,

yesterday, 523,245 million dreams and hopes fade away,

today, a little sister was sodomized, while I wrote this poem,

an answer knocked at my door,

I wasn't the proper question for it,

she went back to the world crying in despair,

no one believed the story we told,

she bleed herself alone and ashamed to death...

Subway station rail with a sticker that ask where did the gov took to the Qom natives who protested in Buenos Aires in 2010. @Me.

Headache

2012-10-09T11:44:00.002-03:00

We rock against the tide

the clock is running high

on pressure to deprive

compression of my mind.

The cat which remembers what we promise

2012-09-15T10:41:00.000-03:00

The cat, which is under the table,

remembers the promises you made me last year,

I don’t want to think about it,

the cat reminds me of a secret I told the stars,

I open the balcony and jump into the silent night.

The cat, which is sitting in my chair,

smiles in the dark,

you are far away,

today,

my life fades in a pool of starry blood.

Mateo @ home. Circa 2012

Empires

2012-08-20T14:42:00.001-03:00

I’ve seen a fallen king,

going down and down;

I’ve seen his mighty empire

turned to ashes and dust;

I’ve seen thousands of warriors,

pledging for mercy;

I’ve seen thousands of buddies,

turned into corpses;

I’ve seen a new empire,

merging from the ashes of thee past;

I’ve seen this so many times,

that again,

this new empire eventually will fall down.

Image taken from: http://www.learnnc.org/lp/multimedia/13395

Olympians

2012-08-13T10:30:00.000-03:00

Thousands of Olympians have returned home,

thousands of Olympians will gather in 16 days,

let’s not forget them,

they are athletes too,

Farewell, to some!

Hello, to some!

You are late,

never mind...

true CHAMPIONS are never late for the Games.

Olympians will gather again on August 29th,

let’s cheer for them as we did for those who left on the 12th.

Image taken from: http://welshdisabilityforum.co.uk/2012/08/london-2012-mystery-over-web-ticket-restrictions/. Copyright? They know, I don't claim it to be mine, thanks for borrowing me the image...

Micropoem

2012-08-06T11:41:00.001-03:00

Which Madonna am I talking about in this poem?

The road to Hell is paved by Madonna songs.

Imgae taken from http://931amor.com/blogs/djs/madonna-teme-que-le-roben-el-adn/ Copyright is theirs.

Assumption of the Virgin Mary Parish Church of Mar del Plata, Copyright by me.

Nostradamus = Lovecraft

2012-07-04T23:43:00.002-03:00

Strange as it may be
Lovecraft foresaw the XXI Century;
Cthulhu has risen wearing a black suit of despair,
the end is nigh
Corporations = Arkham
we have fail
darkness begins tomorrow...
Oh, Phillip, save us!

Image copyright belongs to http://www.summeroflovecraft.com/

Blue May 2012

2012-06-09T00:32:00.001-03:00

May has passed

I ain't as impressed with how many artists have died,

this last blue May

2012

I'm more impressed by the fact that:

so many passed away

so little have emerged

…

In memory of:

Robin Gibb - Dietrich Fischer Dieskau - Sigmar Polke - Donna Summers - Alejandro Raul "HB Ruedas" Polinori - Charles "Skips" Pitts - Ricardo Cesar "Gogó" Andreu - Lloyd Brevett - Angelica Garnett - Mort Lindsey - Adam Yauch - Michael Burks - Iraj Ghaderi - James Isaac - George Lindsey - KM "Ekalavyan" Mathew - Carlos "Caloi" Loiseau - Maurice Sendak - Roman Totenberg - Miyozo Kato - Umeko Shimomura - Tony DeZuniga - Gulumbu Yunupingu - Eddy Paape - Chuck Brown - Ernie Chan - Andrei Mylnikov - Paul O'Sullivan - Donald "Duck" Dunn - Mike McGrady - Mario Trejo - Belita Woods - Henry Denker - Carlos Fuentes - George Wyllie - Safiuddin Ahmed - Sattareh Farmanfarmaian - Jacqueline Harpman - Leo Dillon - Earl Shorris - Dick Beals - Jim Unger - Doc Watson - Pete Cosey - and many more. To them, farewell, may your next life be as creative as this one...

Reading at La Cuadrada

2012-05-24T10:42:00.000-03:00

Today, I want to invite you all to the Cultural Centre La Cuadrada (9 de Julio 2737 - Mar del Plata) at 5 o'clock because the people that make the literary magazine LA AVISPA (The Bee) from Mar del Plata are presenting their last number. It seems that one of my poems were published in it, so I might be reading it tomorrow at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. So, if you wish to enjoy a great tea time, join us at La Cuadrada.

A poem and farewell....

I love to see what you dislike,

is not something common,

it is just my weird mind.

Celebration

2012-05-06T00:40:00.001-03:00

Today, everybody sings

songs which are pure...

bling, sex, cars, nothing else,

nothing more...

The world has gone Dada

and no-one has realize it.

Let's celebrate,

the madhouse is outside.

The phoenix is playing her deadly bass,

the Pope is on the street singing rap,

a kiss that smells like crap,

a bird smiles and hugs my dad.

Let's celebrate,

the madhouse is inside.