Biography of Juan Olivarez
I was born in Nyssa Oregon while my parents who were farm workers were picking cherries and working in the potato fields in Idaho.I grew up in Mission Texas and attended Mission High scool where I first attempted to write poetry. While in high school I had two poems published in Focus magazine, 'What is War in 1972' and The Clouds' IN 1973. I have been in public service in my home town of Alton Texas as city alderman, police commissioner and mayor pro tem, I love to play chess, play the guitar, cook and my other true love, fishing. My first love has and always will be my wife Elvira McAllen who against her better judgement decided to say yes when I asked her to marry me in 1973. We have six children Two marines two musicians a teacher an my youngest who still is undecided on what to do with his life he is currently goofing off in California in the place I love so much The Mojave Desert. I lived in California for a year and fell in love with the Mojave Desert that surrounded my sons home in Twenty Nine Palms, and I wrote a lot of poems about the desert, they are all my favorites, because they are all actual experiances. My favorite words are not from a poet they are from a band named named Diamond Rio, (one more day, one more time, one more sunset baby and I'd be satisfied) I love anything country. Recently I had a scare with my heart, and I realized life is so short. So I will try my hand at a few more things, including free verse and some haiku.
Juan Olivarez's Works:
I have had two poems published in Focus magazine. The first one was 'What Is War, ' in 1972 and 'The Clouds' in 1973.
- January Blues -new-
Juan Olivarez Poems
Happiness is being home again, Happiness is walking in the rain. Happiness is waking with no pain.
I hear your voice, Anytime, Of the day or night.
I had a dream, that I could fly, On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies. Floating above the Earth below, Going where the air currents chose to go.
A Dream That Died
A dream just died, Wasted away. A long time it cried, It hoped to stay.
Return To Padre
It was a million years ago, We walked on the beach at Padre. Scattering the sand crabs as we went, And dodging the blue jellyfish,
What Are We?
After all is said and done, What are we? Are we gold or silver, Or a sparkling diamond in the rough?
I Saw God Today.... For My Pal Smoky
I saw God today, on a mountain high, As the wind blew through my hair. I saw God today in the clear blue sky, I felt small and humble there.
Death Passes By
A vast endless sea of sand beyond The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun Creosote bushes dot the line Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine
Once he was young, and strong. Once he would dare anything, do anything. Climb mountains, swim rivers, mighty rivers, To find the American Dream.
A Poet's Words
A poet's words, Are a vaccine, For all the world's ills.
A Broken Heart
I've been in the desert for so long now, I've missed my home and my only friend. And now I sit here, asking myself how, My heart can break, as my days here end.
I'D Rather Be Fishing
I'd rather be fishing, Than talking to you, At least when I'm fishing, I know what to do. I'd rather hold a blue gill in my hand, Than get hit on the head, with a frying pan.
He Stretched His Wings
He stretched his wings, then drank his fill. From the earthen saucer on the stand. I looked at him, with a joyous thrill, He was just four feet, from my right hand.
A Blue Bottle
A blue bottle landed on my nose, While a poem I attempted to compose. It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings, And did so many other things.
Little man blue with hair of gold,
lovely child new to my fold,
Beautiful blue eyes smiling at me,
Beautiful blue eyes, blue as the sea.
Little man blue you fell from above,
The good lord has sent you on the wings of a dove.
I wake in the mornings and still see your face,
And I smile at the child with the beautiful gaze.