Three Drops In A Pot
From Dark To Light
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DROP ONE
Growing Up
From a running to a place
whispered long ago, not ones own
From a thought – an escape, a thorn to the heart and brain born
A distant echo shadows the present sunny warm safe ocean song
As the crystal sandy shores mirror the concrete and asphalt, home
Like waves the memories – family and friends,
places and things – conviction sinks in
Win/Won - Through moans and groans - Growing up once more begins
Sins made - Their course run, passed, and turned – Overcome
The young often rebound and sometimes return to reclaim, home
DROP TWO
Besieged
So many for so long
– for land – spilled, spent and poured
Space above, below, around and beyond – Horded, manipulated, discarded
All therein – numbered, slated, segregated and baited
One from the womb - One to the ground - Both evicted – Both transported
Recycled
People, places and
things – Dollars exchanged
Tempers flared – Issues staged – Some rage engaged
Rules made, upheld and broken – By popular need and trend - abruptly changed
Alienation - Disassociation – Compensation
An overindulging nation – underlined desperation
DROP THREE
God Speaks
Is it real, is
there a point
Does He/She/It exist
Is there reason to struggle, speak or feel
Can come to soothe – A redemption song
From above - through the dark of hypes - A light
Where then suddenly
everything once more means --
Where then suddenly everyone once more means --
Life – Humanity – Soul
Alive – Fixed – Restored
Who Lords?
The Pot
Melting! Not like the wicked witch in Oz
But Melting! Black, White, Red, Yellow, Olives and Brown
Young and old, short and tall, weak and strong, fat and thin – and them
Melting and Melted! Feelings once open and warm
Love and joy, sorrow and pain, life and death – all un
the same but proclaimed
Melted! The humane – The sane – Tell me what remains
Monetary gain – vain fame –everyone paid –of each other everyone afraid
See --
Everyone pays lest we save.
The melting pot
Where the new - the real - us made or way laid
The melting pot
Where the new – the real - us made or way laid
Everyone pays lest we save.
The melting pot
Rich and Poor –Middle Too – Reclaimed and Saved
Drops made One -- In the Pot
Drops made One -- In One Pot
One Drop -- One Pot
Life and Pot
Boilings –Purifying – Cooking – Feeding
Stop
It’s All About Life’s Pot
Formats
Book Details
About the Book
From dark to light “Three Drops
In A Pot.” A
three-part Latino perspective poetically portraying the negative, positive and
possible outcomes of a two-sided coin called ghetto-hood.
While trivialized, the growing
undertones concerning youth, community gentrification, and faith are tense. Its
deeper issues are difficult to facilitate without immediate confrontations.
But drops are falling into life’s
pot and its flavor for future is seeping through the cracks. Still
happening, a young journey prone to deviate and rebel in a community besieged
by disguised acts of genocide, indiscriminate and hot. Can a drop of
faith quench the current thirst for hate and anarchy? Can residents; old and
new find compromise? Can the growing trend of violence and vulgarity in youth
art, speech, and rap be altered? Can views be sensitized to broaden and foster
opportunities where all can mutually vent frustrations and opinions? Can poetry
facilitate such forum and discussion?
Intended for teen and adult
interaction, this skit fashioned collection of poems tries to portray a
stepping into, passing through, and surpassing from a world drenched in sex,
drugs, violence, betrayal, contradiction, and alienation to a place of
exploration, discovery, and alternate solutions.
Stemming from
experiences as a teacher, counselor, advocate and adventure guide; a
perspective for parents, teachers, social workers and elected officials to
consider and share. For the Historic Migrant Melting Pot boiling and
about to pop:
A Cry! “Pete’s Who
am I - Wanna Be or River Red”
A Prayer! “For Home and some
still saying Give Me Light Not Hype”
About the Author
Poet, activist, environmentalist,
entrepreneur, and advocate: A long line of hats that started in 1955, where
born, the only boy of three in a family that rode the early migrant waves from
green pastured Lares, Puerto Rico to the concrete
city streets of Brooklyn, New York; cultural alienation, regardless of native
language, music, customs and food. Papa passed by 10; mama kept the Jesus faith
and single-handedly raised us straight. Passage rights were mandatory rituals
that felt like social shock treatments. Outright rebellious teen years traded
college cap and gown for USMC greens and a gun, the first of many shattered
dreams.
From now felled WTC corporate
windows, a tear filled father stares at a neighborhood filling with hate, fear
and despair; a heart felt care and desire to change career begins. Odd jobs,
studies, and volunteer work prevail: Crisis Counselor, Outreach Worker, Teacher
and Adventure Guide; another shattered dream and temporary exit plan made.
Named “Lobo Guaraguao
– Wolf Hawk” by the NYC Taino Organization, a dream:
As railroaded times of Indians and buffalos, native urbanites in plight, driven
from jobs and homes by escalating techno waves; a realization, a crash course
in technology and a computer/network tech brings technology to community
centers, businesses and families alike until found, the cleansing joy and power
of paper and pen. For truth lit hearts, minds and eyes - these thought
provoking perspectives and “Casa De Che”: To
Share cultural,
social and political information and events
Provide technical resources, training and assistance
Curve negative rap toward poetic alternatives
Foster literacy