Flowery Combat

Hola mi gente,
I wrote this so long ago… it reads a little dated, I guess. Some of this finds its way into my short stories.

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Nows [no. 1]

How could they possibly have known --
all those dear, dead ladies.

The masochists, the crazies,
the stalkers, hedonists,
suicides and the lost… 

That they were blindly serving
one solitary purpose:
to be my basic training,
an endless apprenticeship
preparing me for your
final assault on
my frontline?

And how could I possibly have known
that all my martial arts
would fail me
against the flowers and laughter
that were your forward troops,
the outstretched heart
of your army?

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization… 

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Another

Hola Everybody,
Going to an interview… wish me luck.

Now [no. 24]

Please know that one day
you will slip from under these covers
to trace with cool fingertips
your affection
on the neck of a new man.

Another.

It is certain enough
not to need conjuring before its time.

But when you close my door,
close it gently if you can,
and take this to his waiting skin:

I will always be with you,
always your champion.
I will be that cool breeze
on your naked back,
cheering you on,
asking only that
you love loving him,

that another.

-- Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©

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My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…

Imagen Latina

Hola mi gente,
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Today, I am sharing a poem that served as the inspiration for a song by the great Orquesta Libre.

Imagen Latina/ Latin Image

Indians, Hispanics and blacks
Came together to become
A race of all races
With a future to be won

To the belly of the beast
(As Marti called it here)
We have come to do battle
So we can work, so we can live

From Quisqueya^* to El Plata
From Las Pampas to Havana
We are our blood, our voice,
Part of this American land

In the land of snow
Under the sun of the palm tree
Latino/as everywhere
Must find their own freedom

All the Americas are here
North, Central and South
In a time of struggle
For a future full of light

This is my Latin image
 

This is my new way of singing
To tell you my brother
Get together, now

 -- Bermardo Palombo
(translated by Bernardo Palombo and Kurt Hollander)

Imagen Latina

Indios, Hispanos y negros
Nos vinieron a formar
Raza de todas las sangres
Y un futuro por lograr

A las entrañas del monstruo
Corno dijera Marti
vinimos, para esforzarnos
A trabajar y a vivir

Desde Quisqueya hasta El Plata
De Las Pampas a La Havana
Somos  sangre voz y parte
De esta tierra Americana

En el país de la nieve
Y bajo el sol del palmar
El latino en todas partes
Busca por su libertad

Americanos todos somos
El Norte, el Centro y el Sur
Con un presente de lucha
por un futuro de luz

Esta es mi imagen Latina
Este es mi nuevo cantar
Para decirte mi hermano
Busca y encuentra unidad

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My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization… 

*Quisqueya (or Kiskeya) is one of the names of Hispaniola believed to mean “mother of all lands” in the Taíno language. In the mid-19th century, Dominicans adopted the name for the Dominican Republic to differentiate themselves from Haiti. Nonetheless, it is used by both sides of the island.