rosalinda flores martinez
Some New, Untitled Poems - Poem by rosalinda flores martinez
Deceit in whatever style
Will not prosper
It is like a fruit, not naturally grown
An android, not properly used
It will never satisfy a desire
For it leads to destruction
Of what God has planned.
Some writers, who say they write for Fine Arts
But belong to a group of elitists
Will never be good teachers
To their readers.
Power imposed, cannot teach
Service makes it infallible
Like nature teaches, nature is:
“First it has to be obeyed,
Before it is commanded.”
Art is the genius inside every human being
That shines forth to touch others
Makes seen the beauty of God’s creations
Birthed how that thing called happiness
Work together like
5. On June 8
Cheater, why are you so proud?
When you ruin families
Rob from mothers
And cohabit, sinfully?
Where is the dignity you learned
From your parents? Where is the love
You keep pure?
Why do you want to rot your heart?
Know that marriage is sacred
Woe to you, mistress!
Shall I compare you to a corpse of worms
And a night of doom?
Those nights Iaid me empty
And how, oh how, every night
I begged every piece of dust
Be gathered on the floor
To keep busy, dusting
Dirt and cobwebs
That only the walls stood
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