Ayi Escalona

Ayi Escalona Poems

1. One Day, Close To The Labor Room 11/28/2007
2. To Honduras With Love (Part Ii) 12/7/2007
3. Why Work 1/14/2008
4. To Honduras With Love (Part Iv) 6/5/2008
5. The Typhoon (6/20/08) 7/3/2008
6. The Only Children 7/21/2008
7. His Life 8/11/2008
8. Solitude 8/11/2008
9. Third World Enemies 12/3/2007
10. Judge Ting 11/27/2007
11. To Much Sun 1/9/2008
12. Claiming Religious 4/16/2008
13. Law Of Bouyancy 7/15/2009
14. To Honduras With Love (Part Iii) 1/24/2008
15. Those Days 12/3/2007
16. I Miss You (To Honduras With Love V) 7/17/2008
17. Bang! 8/10/2008
18. My Wish (To Honduras With Love Vi) 8/21/2008
19. Not Just The Wine 5/26/2009
20. A Little Email 6/4/2009
21. A Honduras Con Amor 10/1/2009
22. I Get Wet Because Im Dry 11/22/2007
23. The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword 7/15/2009
24. Paradox 1/16/2008
25. Foolish Heartbeat 12/10/2007
26. In Poetry There Is No Poverty 8/10/2008
27. Beautiful Hands 3/24/2008
28. Celebration 7/10/2007
29. To Honduras With Love 9/5/2007
30. Christmas, Day After 12/25/2007
31. I Dropped The Second Bomb In Hiroshima 9/10/2007
32. Song To My Beloved 7/10/2007
33. Her Email (To Honduras With Love Vii) 12/12/2007

Comments about Ayi Escalona

  • Chelsey Clarke (10/8/2007 4:17:00 AM)

    you are a truely amazing writer..i will continue to read and reread your pieces.keep up the great work!

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Best Poem of Ayi Escalona

Her Email (To Honduras With Love Vii)

Darkness creeps into the bluest skies
And alas, there are your words
The very essence and purpose
Of my day is about to begin
Line upon precious line
Like swift and sensual
Breeze on a humid day
Like beams of powerful sun
Trudging to gray clouds
When rain has ceased
Like tiny droplets of luscious water
Soothing my tongue
When thirst is my craving
Such is your effect
And ‘tis is my greatest joy
As I read your email
I can hear your heartbeat
From a thousand miles
Hear heavens open
Everytime you smile
Words pulsating through me
Like a...

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Judge Ting

Clothed in glossy black
Armed with wooden hammer in hand
He climbs to the elevated counter
Overlooking fault and truth of yet to hear

When the dull sound of his hammer ruled
Arguments began to fill the space
There is then the trade of facts and avoidance
Artistically articulated by tuxedo wearing legal representatives

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