May 2012
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December 2011
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Oceans Apart
The oceans that separate you and me are vast, Realist call it long-distance; while we know it’s easy, Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, and Months slay us, But we know better; we never feel alone, You offered to move but I pleaded for you to stay, Embraces at Charles de Gaulle are glorious, far more glorious than those who do it vainly. I can’t take my eyes off of you, I can’t...
Dec 2 2011
I’m currently writing a poem titled “Oceans Apart” and can’t wait to publish it for all of you to read.
-Jonathan
November 2011
1 post
The Unpurposed & Undriven Life.
In the light of a new beginning, many of us search darkness not knowing our future evils. The desire within consumes our sense of conscience decisions and blinds us to the point of self-destruction. This destruction doesn’t end at the demise of one’s soul, it ends when the person is seen for the pity they were while soulful.
August 2011
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May 2011
18 posts
The Ulysses Voltas...A Success!
My video has now been shown in class and will be posted for the poetry presentation I will be having in a week. Other students in class said that the video did not do the book justice and that I attempted to rhyme too much towards the middle of it. For one, I retorted by saying that no poem could ever do Ulysses the justice it deserves. For such a masterpiece, Joyce would spit on my project and I...
Sonnet 20
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men’s eyes and...
Touched
[A story in 7 parts. ]
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[Part 1] He tickles, she tickles They all tickle, They slam me down–defenseless Their bodies on top; Producing waves of shock Throughout my body—
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[Part 2] Forcefully, head pushed against the mat, Cold, blue, and roughness presses against my ear, Built-up sweat comes rushing down my face, Salty, hot, impure water touches opened lips.
...
“Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?
For if it prosper, none...”
– Sir John Harrington {1618}
Prose Poem: "Viennese Dissapointments"
Five weeks of backpacking necessitates the washing of back-sweated shirts, dirty underwear worn inside and out, grotesque socks that smell like European men in subways. Just another hostel, out we go, in search for the Laundromat nearest by. Wash wash dry dry, how terrible their washing machines are; waiting for one load to be washed in two hours, let’s not think about how long drying will...
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The Ulysses Voltas
Dedalus
Buck, you fool, you judge my Catholic name,
Usurper! Take twopence and key in shame.
Bloom:
A letter for Molly; from her lover,
Tonight, they will ravish our bed covers.
Dedalus:
Thoughts of mother, dead, sadly meander,
Hidden tears come silently soon after.
Bloom:
Reading the penny-weekly in the loo,
Thoughts of her affair wiped away like poo.
Dedalus:
Sandymount Strand, the place to...
Challenge: Shakespeare Sonnet + James Joyce
I am currently working on a poem that will later become a digital poem. The format of the poem is in a Shakespearean sonnet; using only the last two line schemes, or “volta”. The topic of these series of voltas will be focused on James Joyce’s Ulysses. If you have never read a Shakespeare sonnet or anything by James Joyce, picture physics in the form of literature. Challenging...
“I like to touch your tattoos in complete
Darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m...”
– First Poem For You
Random Haiku →
The Heirloom He Gave Me
You will wonder why I wear this old watch, Ask me why I wear it religiously; The contrast between this one and the lavishly new, Will confuse your young mind. But son, little do you know that this heirloom, Will one day be strapped around your strong wrist. Like me, you will think of your father and the life he lived, But I will warn you, not like my father did, like I wished he did, That...
Peachy
The excitement that riled up inside me,
Was wasted energy in many degrees,
People admired your good looks,
Admired your humbleness and love for books,
The clothes you wore and car you drove,
Would make anyone want to dote,
And so you became the model son,
The go-to guy for having fun,
Who I thought I’d want to become.
Now your flaws has me feeling dumb,
Leaves me wondering how much...
White Noise
Click click tap tap
click click Jonathan tap tap Flores
click click Dear Mr. Burns click click the sounds of the keys sing a lullaby the tapping of deletion quiets my sighs click click tap tap here we go can no longer contain it click it’s coming tap click click darkness fades every visible spec of life. click click what a pleasant white noi—tap tap
Partition Clouds
I wrote a poem titled “Partition Clouds” but some technical malfunctions occurred and the entire thing was erased/lost. I was frustrated and now do not feel like attempting to rewrite it. I will perhaps write it tomorrow. I guess we can’t depend on micro-blogging to post everything we want published.
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The Hems of Meadows
Crunching leaves of fall cringe under her soft feet
Flapping wings settle, syncing with calming winds
The white linen dress she loosely wears; flutters
Harmonious crickets and frogs begin their sonata,
She whistles her beloved tune, counting daisies,
Blooming and tuning the pedals lay rest,
Snip, snip—the hem of the white dress
is struck by angry thorns,
The nightingale takes...
Can You Tell
Oh, have I been too discreet?
How long am I supposed to wait?
I think about you nightly
Oh, can you tell I’m losing sleep?
Oh, what am I supposed to do?
It’s hard to stay cool
Oh, when you smile at me
And I get nervous every time you speak
My bed’s too big for me
When you turn your eyes
I promise I won’t care
Oh, standing by your sister fair.
(Ra Ra Riot)
