| Author: | Robert Tinajero II | ISBN: | 9781462054107 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | October 26, 2011 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Robert Tinajero II |
| ISBN: | 9781462054107 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse |
| Publication: | October 26, 2011 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse |
| Language: | English |
Love Revolution presents a collection of poems by Robert Tinajero. Divided into five sections (three major and two smaller), Tinajeros verses explore a wide range of topics, situations, and emotions, particularly focusing on various types of love.
Some excerpts from poems:
this is my apology poem
God
im sorry for having written so many poems
and so few praising you
-----
the love-armies assembled
but i did not enlist
-----
im tired of soft poems today
i want my words to
jump up and stab a racist cop
put on gloves
sweat and bruise and bleed
help a migrant pick a thorny crop
-----
so what kind of bullets are you putting in your gun
america?
-----
if i'm hanging around
the wrong ol' town
i'm a spic
can i be american?
-----
i'm trying to put into words
the poetry that drips from your body
-----
may God bless me
with my own
nancy Reagan
-----
maybe everywhere
is in the middle of nowhere
maybe its all just physics
-----
what street
will be the last one
my casket rolls through
-----
pero la realidad es
el amor no es nicamente la belleza
los erticos fuegos en los cielos estrellados de Neruda
-----
qu saba yo
de la viscosidad del amor?
Love Revolution presents a collection of poems by Robert Tinajero. Divided into five sections (three major and two smaller), Tinajeros verses explore a wide range of topics, situations, and emotions, particularly focusing on various types of love.
Some excerpts from poems:
this is my apology poem
God
im sorry for having written so many poems
and so few praising you
-----
the love-armies assembled
but i did not enlist
-----
im tired of soft poems today
i want my words to
jump up and stab a racist cop
put on gloves
sweat and bruise and bleed
help a migrant pick a thorny crop
-----
so what kind of bullets are you putting in your gun
america?
-----
if i'm hanging around
the wrong ol' town
i'm a spic
can i be american?
-----
i'm trying to put into words
the poetry that drips from your body
-----
may God bless me
with my own
nancy Reagan
-----
maybe everywhere
is in the middle of nowhere
maybe its all just physics
-----
what street
will be the last one
my casket rolls through
-----
pero la realidad es
el amor no es nicamente la belleza
los erticos fuegos en los cielos estrellados de Neruda
-----
qu saba yo
de la viscosidad del amor?
