Letters to My Son

Posted by on Mar 25, 2012 in Letters to Son, Poems | 0 comments

Letters to My Son by Stephen A. Dantes   Give me two mics; one for the poem and one for the poet And as the poet becomes obscurity against silhouetted night silence, the poem will echo in eardrums like tribalism screaming repatriation, Like love longing nostalgic bondage and loneliness that inspires stages of wanton   To want some of poem on a poet platter; Battered words drenched in sweat scattered left to right wing liberalism, Drummers kick with heels to BOOM sounds that reach no farther than cordless microphones in cramped mega...

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6 – eXiT

Posted by on Mar 25, 2012 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

6 – eXiT by Stephen A. Dantes I almost lost my mind trying to find reason and right to understand reason and right when the years add up in age and the tears dry up to age I taste the lips of karma as bitter sweet as the passion it once taunted me with nakedness a waistline connects the lust of heartbreaks a truth mistaken like vows taken under moonlight it tears me up like pen ripping through sacred paper my ink confesses the mystery conceived in minds that sway perching back and forth forward falling into a calling not heard with...

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8

Posted by on Mar 25, 2012 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

8 by Stephen A. Dantes Inside her burnt emotion called desire called affection called love  called loneliness called rejection called hate  called liar by he whom she hated once rejected lonely in love called truth with no reason to deceive  called lust  called twisted by tongue twists long and listed in ancient archives of contemporary need  called possible called probable called fool  called dreamer by sleep which flees night at the horizon called limits called hurt called pain called stupid  called unabashedly despicably stupid...

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Fair Helen

Posted by on Feb 21, 2012 in Letters to Son, Poems | 0 comments

Fair Helen  by Stephen A. Dantes (Happy Independence Day Saint Lucia)   If I say that I knew you; A gorgeous girl Running the morning’s pride Dancing to bird-music Making nature gloat At the oddest hour, Would you believe? That girl who dreamt And once held, Played, Embraced the joy Of the sunlight’s thrill Bear-hugging worlds As far apart as Heaven molesting Earth or Venus’ tango with Mars, And she who remained Young in old skin, Yes, I knew her. Tiny footprints tattooed with Laughter on sandy fronts And virgin...

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Recreating History (version 2)

Posted by on Jan 15, 2012 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

Recreating History (version 2) by Stephen A. Dantes   I know exactly what I will say to my son when he asks me about freedom Well, that is if I had one, when I can find a woman who loves me enough to carry me, one I’d say; Son, “Freedom is not the right to do what you wish, It is the opportunity to do what you want.” And if stares at me with eyes expectant as if to will me to explain what I meant by those words knowing that slavery has been abolished years now   I’d sit him down and take his hand and say; I stand tall on a...

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Where I’m from There is No Freedom

Posted by on Dec 13, 2011 in Letters to Son, Poems | 2 comments

Where I’m from There is No Freedom by Stephen A. Dantes   I’m from an island where two Nobel laureates stand and where democracy is free to find favour in the words of my soul’s place But I live in a space where a mother’s face watches her son bleed lifeless on streets in rivers of blood as she shouts ‘waaaaiiiiiit’ to reality, but the system screams ‘kill em!’   This world is inequality, and though disgusting, I’m here to discuss it. And although I got a lot to learn, there are some things that I believe I was born...

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Confession 4

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Poems, Soul mates | 0 comments

Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 4] by Stephen A. Dantes   I sure as hell don’t need someone like he I’m worth more than this heartless fool from my locality And I’m more than positive he doesn’t deserve me He knows not how to treat a woman of sheer geniality Talks about how he hurts because he can’t treat me differently When it was his choice to make me cry and to hurt me He chose not to be there for me when I needed he He chose to give me less, and behave selfishly And he chose to pull away from our love...

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Confession 3

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Poems, Soul mates | 0 comments

Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 3] by Stephen A. Dantes   She talks about righting wrongs and recreating history But her wounds were deeper than any eyes could see Says that she dove in with me, once again, wholeheartedly But the damage already done was way beyond recovery Then, came the admission that she tried to change for we When we both knew that ‘we’ was just a synonym for ‘she’ And that the ‘me’ part was longing for a taste of reality Where she actually allowed chance a possibility But as always,...

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Confession 2

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Poems, Soul mates | 0 comments

Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 2] by Stephen A. Dantes   He fell in ‘love’ with me, Well, so he said to friends softly, Now, he says he admires who I used to be And loved what I did to he, He says I stopped being me And that I walked away loose and free, Says I took away my heart from we And I changed completely Said somewhere in between he and me, We lacked clarity, and transparency   Be it for a man to lessen reality And to blame his flaws on destiny See, I love him for what he showed to me And loved him still...

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Confession 1

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Poems, Soul mates | 0 comments

Soul mates | Confessions of a Stoic [confession 1] by Stephen A. Dantes     I fell in love with what she used to be; And fell in ‘like’ with how she ‘did’ to me, Honestly. Now she claims she ain’t used to me And foolishly I watched her walk loose of me Releasing the hold of her heart from me, But ‘starts’ aren’t just for show, see I know that I once fell completely, How did we get here, is far beyond me.   She speaks truthfully, And me, well, I’m used to me, Silent and salient, it’s spoof to me. She used to...

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