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.
Juan Olivarez Poems
Happiness is being home again, Happiness is walking in the rain. Happiness is waking with no pain.
Don'T Bring Me Flowers When I Am Dead
Don't bring me flowers when I am dead, Come see me today, while I'm sick in bed. Don't cry for me, when I'm no longer here, Come smile with me, no need for tears.
One people, so many bloods. The Hispanic people against the odds. European, Asian, dark as the night, Blond and blue eyed, exceedingly white.
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.
Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain
At first I couldn't get enough, Now I just can't make it stop. No rain in the desert that was rough, Around here there's no dry spot.
I have seen soccer players Shoot goals through Windows in five story buildings. Off walls onto an escalator
A Light Bulb
A single light bulb, in a darkened room, Will banish forever the stygian gloom. Turning the night time into day, Leaving no room for shadow play.
Flying A Kite
Flying a kite, up in the sky, The winds of March carry it high. Way above the power lines,
Get yourself a pencil to carry around, And a piece of paper to write down your thoughts. Inspiration can always be found, Even if it's not actively sought.
If I Had Wings
If I had wings on which to fly, Up in the clear blue sky, I'd fly so far and fly so high, Where no human eyes could ever pry.
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.
My Daughter Is Beautiful
My daughter is beautiful I once told a friend. A woman friend.
Once he was young, and strong. Once he would dare anything, do anything. Climb mountains, swim rivers, mighty rivers, To find the American Dream.
I drink orange juice, It is orange, and I like the color. Like the morning sun. I drink orange juice,
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.