Poem… Broken Hope

Broken Hope

(translation|modification of Esperanza Rota)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Broken hope
Fly in a frenzy
Every day you distance yourself:
Less proximate to me.

You are sentiment
You are my feeling,
even if the wind takes you
and I drown in suffering.

Where is your face?
I desire to caress
your tender cheeks
and kiss your lips.

As I kiss your face,
my fantasies devour…
To roam your neck,
my hands yearn…

I didn’t have you;
but my ideas still loved you.
I don’t have you;
but they kiss you.

My memories hold
your silken strands erotically in hand.
Your innermost trembles over me;
and in my dreams, I’m the one who loves you.


–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–



 

Poem… i saw the “face” of god

I stand with immigrant, migrant, and mobile mothers & 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

–june 17, 2018–

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


i saw the “face” of god will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poem (8 of 12)… Gothic Jill’s Morning Face

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Gothic Jill’s Morning Face

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Her flushed pale face
reflecting in the mirror
awaits the shadowed trace
of Revlon lip color.

Ghostly beauty in the shadow
of mascaras, lipsticks and liners.
Sensuous borders that follow
each morrow –her facial framing twiners.

My fingertips run
and smear her tar-lined eyes.
My tongue, her lips: depraving fun
concocting my demise

with geisha-like temptations
subdued by powdered passions.


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


 

Poem (6 of 12)… Gothic Jill’s Profile

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Gothic Jill’s Profile

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Collapse upon your knees
and slide your fingertips
up toward your breasts with ease
–then sigh my tightening grip.

Graze your blackened nails
on snowy thighs
and mark the flurried trails
with tongue-craving guides.

Turn your face away in profile.
Let strands of midnight hair
settle on your corset’s close-fit style
–then unfasten lace with skin to bare.

Look at me with lustful wanting:
Taking me–Smearing lipstick–Panting.


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