Poem: ¿what inspires me?

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¿what inspires me?

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico


island mountains against my small existence
a palm tree’s sensual sway
and the atlantic nights that drown my arrogance

caribbean breezes hissing through banana leaves their say
and the nostalgia of their vital scent from far away

the scorching sun against my skin over warm sands
while sea waves season me with foam and salt
and the way guava ignites the ocean’s salivary glands

the little frogs’ shrill song followed by their indiscretions
the moon’s kiss of rum and sugarcane
and night’s surrender to coffee passions:
the sweet and bitter darkness that humid skies can’t tame


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Poem: the caravan

i stand with the caravan…


the caravan

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 1, 2018–
springfield, ohio, usa


the caravan is humanity
each migrant = a person
each person = a reflection of God’s divinity.

how quickly history is forgotten
untaught, conveniently ignored
delusions of self-grandeur misbegotten
a willed ignorance without reward.

the caravan was not born in 2018
Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador…
these poor victims are guilty of nothing
because the caravan was born on foreign shores.

migrations forced by corporations
and the selfish, imperial interventions
of a so-called developed nation.
hopefully, you remember now…

the political bill has reached the table
Lady Justice has served it: time to pay the debt
the history itemized is not a fable:
facts the God you say you serve will not forget.


but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” NRSV, Matthew 19:14


 

A Lord & Father’s Day Poem: i saw the “face” of god

On Father’s Day, I stand with immigrant, migrant, and mobile fathers –especially those who have been separated from their children by Satan’s agents: president #45 and his demons.


i saw the “face” of god

for president #45
by Luis S. González-Acevedo

in america 2016, i saw the “face” of god
and the outpouring of “his spirit” in 2017

ever since, this unrecognizable god seems to linger
like a repeating nightmare
that gets worse and doesn’t go away

he sees “the other” with hatred and intolerance
as if his children were better –superior
fallacy of fallacies, vanity of vanities

this distorted god inspires quotes from the holy bible
to justify separating children from parents
and criminalizing the search for dreams

the fake elijahs of today stand before their own god…
a great and powerful fear shatters lives
can the true lord be in such fear?
with fear comes hatred
can the real lord be in such hatred?
with hatred comes intolerance
can a merciful and loving lord be in their intolerance?

the true elijahs await the gentle whisper
of love, courage and acceptance

because in these, the true god abides

Poem: Time in Boriquén

Poem: Time in Boriquén (translation of Tiempo en Boriquén)

Selected Verses:

Time in Boriquén

(translation of Tiempo en Boriquén)
by Luis S. González-Acevedo

…I’d give my soul to be a child again,
and enjoy yesterday’s fantasies
in the refreshing winds of past endearments.
The cooler waters of my childhood rivers haunt me.

Time flies in a morbid frenzy.
He’s the Demon whose swift wings flutter
above and away from my island’s mountains,
the Beast who exiles memories from my isle’s shores.

 

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Poem: when we vote | poem from columbus, oh

when we vote | poem from columbus, oh” will appear in a collection of poems by Luis S. González-Acevedo (release: 2019)


when we vote | poem from columbus, oh

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

when we vote…
beliefs & thoughts come alive
communities expose their hearts
you, y’all & i are revealed

because of your 2016 vote…
i will not set foot in your quaintness
i will not spend money within your borders
i will not engage your inhospitable terrain
i will not breathe your poisonous rural air

i have no need or desire
you don’t & won’t exist to me
archie bunker, i have no interest in you no more

cities are my home
in civilization, i claim sanctuary
my peaceful existence is urban