Biography of ary bolanos
i am a public school teacher in houston. i have done this since 2001 and i love it. it was through teaching that i discovered this site a a place to publish poetry. i began to write just to show my students how to write poetry. i hope that this site and the poems of others inspire me to write more.
ary bolanos Poems
Dark dark night storm over me Dark night is a holy blur Dark dark night stop taunting me Dark night and I think of her
The Teacher Man teaches kids from all over the world The Teacher Man teaches no matter boy or girl The Teacher Man teaches Christians, Muslims, and Jews The Teacher Man teaches those who say 'God I don't believe in you'
I'M Not Important
I'm not important to anyone To anything or where you're from I'm not important to any being Any what you think or what you've seen
I Wanna Get Lost
I wanna get lost At any cost I wanna get lost Like a rabbid Robert Frost
I'M So Angry
I'm so angry I want to strangle someone I'm so angry I can't think right I'm so angry I want to fight I'm so angry I don't like the night
God Are You Still There?
God spoke to me today And it was something fierce God's voice was like thunder And through my heart it pierced
Forget How To Forget
The things I would like to forget All the mistakes that I meant to do The heart of my regret
Bubonic Plague leads to nothing but dread Bubonic Plague gets in my head Bubonic Plague says go on leave me be Bubonic Plague says you'll never be free
Pick Up Your Head
Pick up your head The teacher is teaching Pick up your head
Taste The World
How would I ever know the joy of creme brulee? How would I ever know that curry had much to say? How would I ever know that fish sauce in Viet Nam is so good? How would I ever know the Lord outside my neighborhood?
This Thing Called Life Just Won'T Stop H...
This thing called life just won't stop hitting And, I cannot stop the hit Everyone has a bundle to carry
Today I really needed someone, and... There was really no one there You see...
I Met A Woman
I met a girl that was so special I can’t stop feeling her present I met a girl that was so beautiful I can’t stop thinking of her eyes
You know what happens when you water a dead garden? You get mud. You know what happens when you get mud? You get dirty.
Taste The World
How would I ever know the joy of creme brulee?
How would I ever know that curry had much to say?
How would I ever know that fish sauce in Viet Nam is so good?
How would I ever know the Lord outside my neighborhood?
How would I ever know that there's so much more?
I should leave something ajar maybe my back door
So something something different can slip on in
Leave some porridge on the counter so in the morn I dip in