Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot
Biography of Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot
Well here I am, I can do nothing more. I'm still learning how to navigate the website, trying to do what I did before. Like making comments on my poems. I love this website, I love my poems, I love myself.
Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot's Works:
My poet name? my nom de plume? hmmm...Tom Smith, Mary Brown, Juan Gonzalez, Malcolm Z, Martin, Luther, Henry VIII, Sun Yat Sen. Thank you, Billy the Goat.
Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot Poems
I Cultivate The White Rose By Jose Marti...
Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca por José Martí Cultivo una rosa blanca
I Lost Previous Poem
What happened, a happening I lost it so reddening so greening
What Shall I Write About?
Start with the obvious, the wallpaper, designs of flowers, purple dead nettles that I saw near Port Jervis climbing the scenic route hills and valleys
Self-love, how do I do that and why, Isn't it bad, won't it lead to trouble, Watch out for lazy still dead body I esteem myself, because I try to be like straw
What are the ingredients that make me happy? A good conversation, and what makes it good? Well, going over well known stuff and learning Something new, (a little vague, sarcastic tone) .
Frustrating Navigate Poemhunter
It is the end of the day and I am tired Not very but the subway ride Trying to repond pond to the people
What it is... blue palm trees, coconut water The black volcanic sand of some Greek island Delos the belly button of the world The warm Mediterranean, between Africa and
To Richard O.
Good friend I hesitate to write memories Was it in the 8th grade when we met All the horsing around, playing hooky Getting feels from the girls
To Beth M.
There are moments when I feel very alone, As if lost in the hurly-burley of the city Then I think of you, and your hazel eyes
The Age Of Aquariums
The sunburst platties are either fat or pregnant Their bright orange three of them hanging out Finally one baby a bit of gold protoplasm Hiding in the fake plant
I Can'T Remember What I Wanted To Write ...
What was it? It was a really good idea, a good feeling, By the way are these poems to be read aloud as in Tradition, what about cliches? Are they still Taboo, I do remember a headline that going to parties is good
Spring Haikus, One Horizontal Line.
Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse an example of process rewriting. Cloudy grey sky, like a black pearl, whats inside.11 syllables.
Apples tables stables sables maples Able Mabel Cain slain lain
Is it, what I am, who is, who I am,
Could it be who I am what is what I am,
The red heart pumps push and squeeze
Muscle, they pull but just let go
Electrical messages along neurons
And I want to lift my arm and protest
The brain and thoughts and mind,
I am that I am or yam, my bones like stones
I like dancing with Carravagio