Atlantic – Luis S. González-Acevedo

The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína & Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love

June 19, 2019July 19, 2019by Luis Samuel GonzálezLeave a Comment

I find myself in Ireland. So, I decided to share this post… ~Luis S. González-Acevedo

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The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína

&

Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Note: After the poem, you’ll find an Explanation of Terms. The explanations will enhance your understanding of The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína & Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love. I recommend you read the Explanation of Terms first.

Cross the Emerald Isle once more,
my Corracloona Prince and Leitrim Lord.
Easterlies will sail you –Connell– to her river’s ford.
But first, wage your loving war against the ocean’s roars,
that you may proudly disembark upon her island’s shores.
Thrust through the winding paths of Rich Port’s forest
as Taína’s prickling rains drown your Irish soul in peaceful rest
and guide you toward the island’s tropic center.
There, you’ll be compelled to render
your heart by love distressed.

Near Written Rock, Princess Taína splashes waters round her body by the river’s…

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Poem… gorumna island, ireland

June 19, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

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gorumna island, ireland

–june 18, 2019–
gorumna island, county galway, ireland

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

on gorumna island, i spent my days
greeting the tides
with my eyes in a daze.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
bidding the same tides farewell
hours after their swell.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
entranced by the spell
as the setting sun sang, “my boy, all is well.”

–gorumna island, ireland will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–

Poem… ¿what inspires me?

April 18, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

¿what inspires me?

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

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

–¿what inspires me? will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–

Poem… atlantic island’s dream

March 13, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

atlantic island’s dream

–december 31, 2017–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

when the winds arrived
they destroyed a foreign dream:
the American dream that never was just died

in spite of the atlantic’s screams
the hurricane left our puerto rican dream alive
and as hard as moving forward now may seem

our lone star will forever thrive

–atlantic island’s dream will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020)–

a future of dreams (Release: June 1, 2017)

Poem… Time in Boriquén

February 23, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

Time in Boriquén

(translation|modification of Tiempo en Boriquén)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

I think about past times
that everyday burdens make me forget.
Precious childhood moments
that in the midst of fogs, I can barely remember.

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.

–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis. S. González-Acevedo–

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The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína & Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love

The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína

&

Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love

Poem… gorumna island, ireland

gorumna island, ireland

on gorumna island, i spent my days
greeting the tides
with my eyes in a daze.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
bidding the same tides farewell
hours after their swell.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
entranced by the spell
as the setting sun sang, “my boy, all is well.”

Poem… ¿what inspires me?

¿what inspires me?

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

Poem… atlantic island’s dream

atlantic island’s dream

Poem… Time in Boriquén

Time in Boriquén

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The Poetic Story Of Princess Taína

&

Prince Connell’s Wild Atlantic Love

gorumna island, ireland

on gorumna island, i spent my days greeting the tides with my eyes in a daze.

on gorumna island, i spent my days bidding the same tides farewell hours after their swell.

on gorumna island, i spent my days entranced by the spell as the setting sun sang, “my boy, all is well.”

¿what inspires me?

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

atlantic island’s dream

Time in Boriquén

Archive

on gorumna island, i spent my days
greeting the tides
with my eyes in a daze.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
bidding the same tides farewell
hours after their swell.

on gorumna island, i spent my days
entranced by the spell
as the setting sun sang, “my boy, all is well.”

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