I love to join poetry performances and read my poems. On this page, I will collect my best poetry to perform, and I will practice these pieces to get better at them.

Ode to Sappho

I died and went 
To poet heaven, 
A place of emotion, 
Feelings and words. 

I met my idol Martí, 
Rumi, Shakespeare, 
Poe, Dante: all the greatest, 
Thinking and writing verse. 

I asked for the poetess, 
So I may pay my respects, 
I found Sappho, the tenth muse, 
A beloved voice transcends.

I sat across from the lady 
With nostalgia in my eyes 
And I could not help myself 
To girl crush. 

Oh, Aphrodite, deathless muse, 
Come from the heavens to Eve 
In a chariot pulled by doves, 
Hear me!   

Send to Sappho my Love, 
Introduce me to the muse, 
Transmit my pure intention: 
αγάπη (Agape) Love.   

Sappho Called one Day: My conversation with the ancient poetess

A poetess creates from
Her femininity,
a powerful force that causes delight;
this causes a softening
in the listener's heart
through the vehicle
of her voice and her feeling art.

I'm here to tell you
and thank you for your ear
as well as your attention
and you precious time,
I will tell the ancient tale
of the greatest poetess
that ever lived.
A mortal muse
Who joined the rest
Was Sappho
The ancient poetess.

Influential poets
have been influenced
by Sappho's poetic grace,
she alone shaped poetry
into the expression of emotion
that we know today,
and like an ancient, raw stream of feelings
Sappho comes through
in modern poetry and songs of today;
this is why she is called
the tenth muse by all
who know of her contributions
to the singing arts and it's true,
she really was all that.

In ancient times
before modern school arrived
in Lesbos lived Sappho,
a very ancient woman with a voice.
In a time when women
were silent or unable to write,
Sappho was creating music and songs
not only to the gods
she was the first to sing of her passion,
her friendships, her family, and her Love.

Many years after her death
Even into our modern days,
Sappho's influence remains
and she won in the end
for poetry is now the continuation 
of her domain, that of the heart.
I called out to Sappho in my poetic way
and asked Aphrodite to connect me to the muse.

And

Islands of Pain

Secretly, I was hurting deeply,
My secrets I couldn't share.
Deeply, I was hurting secretly,
Certain others couldn't bear.

I did not want to be a bother
With my intense feelings
To the happiness of another,
Thus, I kept secret my healings.

I awakened to the science
That everyone suffers pain,
Though usually done in silence
If they hurt again and again.

This made me not feel alone:
My suffering is nothing new.
I'm not so strange after all,
But this problem somehow grew.

If we suffer all alone
Unable to speak, no gain,
Our personal suffering zone
Becomes an ISLAND OF PAIN.

Collective emotional pain
Has created deep, deep oceans.
We are floating, at times drowning,
As islands in unhealed emotions.

My family floats apart
In a sea of emotional waters,
This sadly breaks my heart:
Archipelagos hurt their daughters.

Though appearances are good,
Deep down, we are hurting num,
Connections severed by mood,
And we accept it as the norm.

And I would like to shake
The tectonic plates
In a love earthquake
To connect as continental friends.

Dragons – Fantasy story

I'm awake, but where am I?
In a land I do not know,
Are those dragons flying by
Over the trees, far above?

I went to sleep in my home
On my warm and cozy bed
What happened? I do not know.
How did my rest turn to quest?

But these are dragons! I know.
They are not from my world.
Am I in a dreaming realm
With dragons flying above?

The dragons fly round and round
Up by the clouds in the sky.
I’m excited, but don’t make a sound
I just sit quiet and hide.

I pinched myself really hard
Tried to wake up from a dream,
I wasn’t dreaming, I found
And left a mark on my arm.

There I was, awake and far away
From the comforts of my home
From home and the world I know
Fear took over. Where am I Why?

The dragons are fierce and cool
And my fear soon turns to awe.
I want to bring pictures to school
I reached for it but my cell was gone.

And suddenly as if in a movie scene
A huge face poked down next to me
What an insane and marvelous thing
A dragon, bearded and extreme.

The dragon said to me “Dear girl,
This is a funny place to be
For a human girl, but you came
Anyway. How long will you stay?”

...

Interdimensional Travel

You lead me by the hand
Upstairs where we're one
And we begin to travel
Past the sun and through the stars.

You take me to the edge of what exists,
You take me past the planets where I'm free,
You take me to the future and my dreams,
You take me to secret worlds within.
You're the pilot. I'm the ship.
Let's engage in interdimensional travel.

With you, I'd travel anywhere.
I'd take a cosmic journey in your arms.
Fly me away from this sad sphere,
Let's conquer realms other don't quite understand.

You take me to the edge of what exists,
You take me past the planets where you're free,
You take me to the future in a dream,
You take me to secret worlds within.
You're my pilot. I'm your ship.
Let's engage in interdimensional travel.

Through galaxies and past the stars,
I'm your ship, you drive me hard.
Time and space do not contain us
Because we're engaged in interdimensional travel.

You take me to the edge of what exists,
You take me past the planets where I'm free,
You take me to the future and my dreams,
You take me to secret worlds within.
You're the pilot. I'm the ship.
Let's engage in interdimensional travel.

We explore the universe,
Every night, in every way.
Forever you and I remain
Interdimensional travelers.

You take me to the edge of what exists,
You take me past the planets where we're free,
You take me to your future and your dreams,
You take me to secret worlds within.
You're the pilot. I'm the ship.
Let's engage in interdimensional travel.

Sell my soul to poetry

I tried to sell my soul
To Poetry, in exchange 
For some higher art,
I didn't think it foul,
I thought I'd do my part,
Bringing something through 
Wonderful, and new,
And enlightening, too. 
Poetry laughed at my face,
It showed me its hand and said,
"I already own you anyway,"
I was shocked to hear her say 
I'm her slave. It is my fate. 
And then Poetry said:
"You be grateful for this way,
And be yourself always,
You'll gain the secret vein
Of the poetry train. "
It is my pleasure to work 
For the lady of my soul,
My Poetry is her own,
We're united with much Love. 

Poetries in the Wind

There are poetries in the wind,
I download them, draw them in;
There are playful rhymes within,
And melodies under my skin.

Is my pen my magic wand?
Is my journal fertile land?
Song receiver is my mind,
Poems written by my vibe.

I possess the gift to hear
With my mind, not just my ear.
Muses engaged without fear,
Tell me stories I hold dear.

I am grateful for this fate:
I listen and concentrate,
In those moments, meditate
To write from an inspired state.

Poetry Lights

Poetry lights my mood,
It lights the room,
It's like the broom
On which I fly to the moon.

Poetry has a power,
A secret superpower,
It's bold as a flower,
Poets empower.
 
I saw something bright
In the dark night
Shining so bright
The poetry light.

One thing is best
Than a poetic quest
Friends in poetry fest,
My pain can rest.

Dance Bliss

Do not stop me!
I come on strong
and I Do not stop
unless I am told
by her voice
that I am done.
Step aside and observe
as I become lost 
in the music of worlds
and emerge 
under the influence
of dance.
Enjoy my mindless song.
I have lost all reason;
it is an useless skill
in mystery, dance, and bliss.
As I dance, I discharge
the bad vibes out of me
and in an ecstatic moment,
I can experience
dance bliss.

The way my head disconnects
from though...
The way my heart disconnects
from pain....
The way my mouth is disconnected
from language
and the future and past blend
into now in dance
is priceless.

My feet are picking
a rhythm at last
and soon nothing exists
except for this melody
that gets within me
and moves me gracefully.

If you are intimidated by dance
close your eyes, lower your vibe,
and crawl into a box. 
I would not stop dancing 
even if my limbs fell one by one!
my torso would dance one last time.

I dare you to join me
in a wild barefoot dance.
I will request that you
dance with every bit of soul
you can access and more.
You will achieve dance bliss.

The role of the male dancer is

The role of the male dancer is
to enhance his partner's beauty: 
he shows her off to the crowd, 
lifts her, turns her around and around 
causing her dress to fly, 
her mind to fizz 
and stop working for a bit.
If you have the eyes to see 
and the power to resist 
to stare at her flying legs 
watch the dancers' face: 
she is in another dimension, 
there's no other way to explain 
and he receives all the pleasure 
from watching her.

How to dance

Music bounces off my chest
and bends my will to its shape;
I loosen my body up and let it win.

The music lends me its rhythm
which nested within me stays,
forever even, I'd say.

And in the moment, there's dance,
my animal without my overbearing mind
is allowed to relax.

The music's stronger than me.
Its mysterious wave takes charge
of my limbs, it makes them dance,
creating art out of my weakness.

I take advantage and let music
hypnotize me and steal my breath,
and like a lover entangle me in a phase
of mindless joy and pleasures untold.

The music anchors in my chest,
takes over my heart, disconnects
all previous ties and suspends it
in a blissful moment of peace.

My heart radiates this peace.
My blood carries oxygen and bliss
to every cell in my body 
and we all become one in dance.

The Belly Dancer

Tassels and ruffles,
Belts that have life,
Falling cascades of skirts,
That barely cover skin....
The belly dancer 
Knows how to conjure
Feminine bliss.
Shimmy her shoulders,
Shimmy our hearts,
Shimmy her hips
Into outer space.

The belly dancer exists
in another dimension.
She leaves behind
what we can see:
her physical form
and meters of flowing clothes.

She leaves her body behind
and travels through rhythms.
She travels astrally to far away realms
where Apollo's guitar inflames her veins
and rips away her density.
She becomes one with the god
and his blessed guitar
earning gifts and more art.

The belly dancer exists
in another dimension.
In a dimension where dance
is more than just art,
it is a rhythmic mystery 
we, normal humans are not aware of yet
but she shows us what is possible
in her dancing ways. 

The belly dancer exists
in another dimension:
somewhere where a goddess lives
I imagine, I believe
is the other dimension
where the belly dancer exists.

Heart Healing: My heart is a puzzle
that you cannot break

My heart is a puzzle
that you cannot break,
others have tried
with zero success.
I live with intention
and I live with pride
because I do my best
to live a good life.

My heart is a puzzle
that you cannot break,
it paints a large picture
of resilient ways,
of lessons and learning,
survival and strength,
but it doesn't speak of failing
or breaking away.

My heart is a puzzle
that you cannot break,
It might separate
In a million ways
but I'll glue it back
with golden inlays!

Short Poems That Pack a Punch

I like to read a powerful short poem and leave the listener wanting more. This is better than talking for too long and boring the listeners.