Poem… night king, lord of the white walkers

night king, lord of the white walkers

–june 5, 2019–
reykjavík, iceland

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

“winter is coming,”
night’s snowflakes cry.
the wicked season’s ice is roaring
as the fires die
and charcoal chills spill toward our wall.
warning: the frozen barrier will soon fall.
HBO revealed you
as we fed you and scurried to your rescue.
such unpardonable sins!
so true!
such nonsense…
making us believe you died…
you didn’t? i know!
you’re waiting for emotions to subside
but when kindness and our brains grow cold,
this and more will show
that you escaped the screen & stream,
making your way into reality.
now, you lie in wait –you fiend,
sustained by our banality.
such fun… the violence,
glorified quirks & kills,
the dulling of good sense,
–of the beautiful, of course–
not the ugly and the currency wasters.
i’m ashamed to admit that you were fun,
unlike watching the melting of glaciers.
as we approach life without the sun,
i thank you, and i’m grateful.
what? what did you say, again?
is winter still coming?
does it hope that i consent?
but it regardless shall arrive…
when this final season comes,
and with great relief the moon sighs,
when all light from humanity runs:
i beg you, Bran Stark, just say goodbye…
forget me on that night,
erase all memory of me, just let it die.

night king, lord of the white walkers will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poema… español

español

–3 de enero de 2019–
ciudad méxico, méxico

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

nacimiento…
desciendes del latín moribundo
tus hermanos son el francés y el portugués, entre otros
con vigor y entusiasmo corres el mundo
descripción…
eres un arco iris de formas y acentos
sabroso al oído es tu tenor
cuando por labios soplan tus vientos
naturaleza…
de tus variantes ninguna es la mejor
cada una hermosa al sonar
por lo que ninguna es peor
como los inteligentes suelen pensar
propósito…
los acentos nacionales son las banderas
que a nuestra cultura dan vitalidad
hipnotizan con voces delicadas
y serán el fundamento de nuestra unidad.

español será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2020–


Poema… matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a.

matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a.

–19 de septiembre de 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

“3,000 personas no murieron,”
tuiteó el sr. Intolerante Racista.
odio e idioteces de su corazón brotaron
–con el diablo para la maldad se alista.

sólo “6 a 18 muertos”
¿3,000 muertos? ¡jamás!
tuiteó el presidente inepto, rey de los inexpertos,
bestia de pensamientos retuertos
–en el infierno, se bañará con llamas.

¿cuántos puertorriqueños hacen un humano?
considera su matemática racista:
166.6 –tuiteó el narcisista,
su mentira más grande que un océano.

“cuando 498,000 boricuas mueran,
entonces habrá 3,000 humanos muertos,”
el gran idiota y los suyos piensan.

¿seguirá el necio tan arrogante en su estiércol
cuando ante la justicia quede boquiabierto?


matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a. será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2020–



 

Poem… u.s. president 45’s racist math

u.s. president 45’s racist math

–september 17, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

“3000 people did not die,”
tweets mr. Racist Bigot.
this monster’s hatred is so sly
entrenched in evil, he pivots.

only “6 to 18 deaths”
3000 deaths??? no way!!!
tweets 45 out of 45
not #1 out of 45
but dead last out of 45:
the devil’s friendship, he won’t betray.

how many puerto ricans make one human?
consider president 45’s racist math:
“166.6” –tweets the liar, his lie as gargantuan as lake huron
(a party enjoys his waters & jet skis on his water paths)

“when 498,000 puerto ricans have died,
only then 3000 humans have passed.” –u.s. president 45

let’s see if the Fool is as arrogant when he’s tried!


u.s. president 45’s racist math will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poem… the caravan

i stand with the caravan…


the caravan

–december 1, 2018–

springfield, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

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.


just in case you need it…
…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


the caravan will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–