A Room With A View: September 2005

Friday, September 30, 2005

Editor-N-Chief:
Hello Goddess Queens of the Universe!!! This is what happens when lil-ol-me has free time on her lil-ol-hands... Mayhem ensues!!! With October soon approaching, I'm already preparing for my Halloweeny Blog-Stuff <---yes, no life. But, to distract from my no life having I am including these "Poetry For The Masses" (Food For Thought Poems) and some more fun stuff... so as usual... Enjoy:)

Fun Stuff:

Sick of the same old getting to know you chit-chat? Well, Uma, we here at RoomWAView are not!!! Use these 35 questions to play 20 questions with your friends to get to know them better… and we don’t mean getting to know that cute guy you’ve been eyeing in any biblical sense what-so-ever so get your mind out of the gutter and answer these questions!!! ß-End of rant. So, have fun and as always… Enjoy!!!

1. What time did you get up this morning?
2. Diamonds or pearls?
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
4. What is your favorite T. V. show?
5. What do you usually have for breakfast?
6. What is your middle name?
7. Favorite cuisine?
8. What foods do you dislike?
9. What is your favorite chip flavor?
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
11. Favorite color?
12. Favorite sandwich?
13. What characteristic do you despise?
14. Favorite item of clothing?
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
16. What color is your bathroom?
17. Favorite brand of clothing?
18. Where would you retire to?
19. What was your most memorable birthday?
20. Favorite sport to watch?
21. Furthest place you are sending this?
22. Who do you least expect to send this back to you?
23. Person you expect to send it back first?
24. Goal you have for yourself?
25. When is your birthday?
26. When is your anniversary?
27. Are you a morning person or a night person?
28. What is your shoe size?
29. Pets?
30. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us?
31. What did you want to be when you were little?
32. How are you today?
33. What is your favorite candy?
34. What is your favorite flower?
35 What is a date on the calendar you are looking forward to?

Poetry For The Masses:x

“Def Poetry Sham”
By E. Perez

To all Def Poets: Welcome to the stage, although you’re not the best.
My words escape my mouth because they climb and claw right out my chest.
But, it seems to me your words came from within a prison cell.
You think you have the right to stink, ‘cause your whole life you’ve been through hell.
If it’s not about the money, and (as per you) it’s about “Real”, then why did your last poem end… “My forty… dollar books a steal!”
Can you pinpoint it? -The moment you decided to sell out.
Unlike you, my poem beats within my soul.
It screams.
It shouts.
And, to “poets” whose assignment was to write a poem for class, then they read it on Def Poets, and they’re talking out their ass…
I want a poem that completes me, not a poem that breaks the bank.
I want a poem written with wisdom, and not by one who’s mind is blank.
I want an artist who is starving, who is striving, and starting out.
I don’t want another poser wondering what art’s about.
I know it’s hard amongst the bright lights, and the hollers, and the hoots.
But, skip the highlights and the dyed hair.
Let’s get back to blackened roots.

“A Soldier Story”
By E. Perez

I am fighting for a war I don’t believe in.
And, I’m probably ‘gonna die here any day.
The leader says I kill them for my family.
What good does death do family anyway?
I have learned to shoot and kill and not show sorrow.
I have learned to shoot and kill and not show pain.
I have learned I may not live to see tomorrow.
I have learned that no one here is really sane.
Thou shall not kill rings in my mind with every gunshot.
With all the blood and all the people who are slain.
I am fighting for a war I don’t believe in.
I’m a soldier, but I’m fighting in a gang.

“Ignorance”
by E. Perez

You say that you don’t like to read like that makes you proud.
You wear your ignorance, like it is your shroud.
You say you keep it real, yet you’re really blind
If you think your strongest muscle’s not your mind.
You would make a lot more money just shaking your booty.
“I don’t have to go college. Can’t you tell I’m a hottie?”
I just wish that you would like to study more
To get your foot in before success shuts the door.
Your strength’s not in your forearm but in your forehead.
Men will give you more respect if you are well read.
You say you will be a rapper. Education is “wack”.
Guess what. Un-deplomaed rappers don’t get “jack”.
You think you’ll be a doctor/lawyer, yet you don’t like to read?
I’m here to say you’re going nowhere if it’s not your mind you feed.
“You can’t educate the ghetto out of me!”
It is through education your mind will be free.
“Me and my boyfriend are both street smart,
and he has a nice car.
We both are strong survivors.
Can’t you tell by his scar?”
I’m aware the streets of Newark are all though and all mean.
I don’t like the way they shape the lives of teens.
I know you don’t want to hear it.
Right, just leave you alone.
You do not like what I’m saying.
You don’t even like my tone.
But, when I see potential shining from within,
I wonder how you can give up with one big grin.
I hope you will still consider me a friend.
May your life, unlike this poem,
Have a good end.

“Young Mother and Child”
By E. Perez

You’re just a white-skinned, light-skinned, Puerto Rican girl.
You don’t know what it is like to be a Mother in this world.
I am an African Goddess, with a child all my own.
Don’t you judge me for my age.
Though I am young, my mind is grown.
If you’d like to point the finger, put me down or shot out shame,
You should go visit my family.
They think I’m the one to blame.
So, don’t you look at me that way Mrs. Thing.
I’m carrying my son.
He’s my baby, and I love him.Now this conversation’s done.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Desperate Housewives!!!

Editor-N-Chief:)

Well, fellow Goddess Queens of the Universe, another week has come and gone. At "RoomWAView", that means more poems, pics, and fun. This week your editor-n-chief... lil-ol-me... has decided to post a dedication to my friends the Desperate Housewives. (From left to right, lil-ol-me, Chickie, Chula, and Sofrita-Linda.) Chickie and Chula were also known in my office as the Gemini Twins until they were carelessly thrust into the realm of unemployment by "El Pello Mallo" and "Bloomers". <---Code names used to protect the innocent. Since then, my friends have not kept in close touch with each other:( So to remind them of who the true enemy is, I have created an entire page of "Poetry For The Masses" to them. My friends, the Desperate Housewives. Here's to you. As usual... Enjoy.

“Keep It Down”
by E. Perez

Keep it down, they demanded when she said she didn’t want to sit in the back of the bus. Keep it down they demanded when she said, “I can be an alter girl.”
Keep it down they demanded, when she said, “Public schools should be open to anyone who seeks knowledge.”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “Women have a right to vote.”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “Women deserve to be paid the same salary for the same work.”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “Out of the kitchen, and into the office!”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “I can be Prime Minister.”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “I too love my country, and can be a soldier.”
Keep it down they demanded when she said, “I’ll make a great Minister of Defense.”
Now is the time.
It has arrived.
When all the minorities,
and women alive,
all group together
and take a stand.
Yes.
It’s about time that we demand.
You can’t make me whimper.
You can’t make me frown.
The truth is a good woman won’t
Keep it down.

“The Computer”
by E. Perez

Of bytes, there are too many.
And, I regret to say,
The computer has ruined my day.

The errors, all in yellow,
Just never go away.
The computer has ruined my day.

I deleted my files,
And now I’m going to pay.
The computer has ruined my day.

With all my work now pending,
My mind doth go astray.
The computer has ruined my day.

My time seems to rewind.
I have no peace of mind.

Of hope, there’s not a ray.
With all work and no play,
The computer has ruined my day.

“Biller Fight”
by E. Perez

Urra Durra biller fight.
Hookie Dookie billed.
Chowder Chatter.
No, I’m right!
This prefix not filled.
Rebill this and resend that.
Gee whiz. Holy cow!
You think this is petty shit?
You’re right.
Yeah.
And how.

“You Remind Me…”
by E. Perez

You remind me of my Dad,
When you say good morning to me,
With eyes gazing twenty miles
Far away from where I stand.
You remind me of my Dad,
as I place the time I came in
on the given line
to keep track of when I’m working.
You remind me of my Dad,
When I say, “Good mornin’ neighbor.”
And, I get a stone cold silence,
‘Cause you’re day is going bad.
You remind me of my Dad,
when I wave to you good morning,
but you weren’t paying attention,
‘cause it’s early and your mind has gone astray.
You remind me of my Dad,
When you say ,”Good mornin’ sista’
Just look at all these bills today.”
Just another dear old Dad.
Saying jokes that are so corny,
That they slowly become funny,
Talking about old TV shows,
Or that plant you always had.
You’re just so much like my Dad.
Coming into work disheveled,
Hoping someone got you coffee.
Wishing me a Happy Friday.
Look again!
There goes my Dad.
Expecting no less than perfection.
Wishing that I could be faster.
Wishing I could make more money.
Shouldn’t I know that by now?
You remind me of my Dad.
Getting preachy with religion,
Some comedic condescension.
There he is.
There goes my Dad.
Coming to sing me a song.
Just to brighten up my day.
Mix it up.
Some work.
Some play.
I’m surrounded by my Dad.
He’s the first love that I had.
When I am feeling mad,
When I’m all stressed and sad,
I just look into the mirror.
(Second daughter that he had)
Why does my hair look so frizzy?
Why do I like being busy?
Why do I have such deep circles,
And these bags under my eyes?I remind me of my Dad.

“Keep On Truckin’”
by E. Perez

I have no time to talk to you.
I cannot tell a lie.
I have no time to talk to you and here’s the reason why.
My bills are overflowing.
My deadlines have all passed.
I’ve worked on some adjustments that I had to do half-assed.
My work loads all but tripled.
I have to send a fax.
Insurances have sent me denials to the max.
And, here you come.
You’re finished.
You’ve done your bills today.
I don’t mean to be rude to you, but please just go away.
I have no time to talk to you.
I do regret to say, I have no time to talk to you.
No time for you today.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Editor-N-Chief:)

Last weeks poem was such a downer, I decided to lift everyones spirts this week by finally posting our comic-strip "That's Stinky Life" and a poem about a hottie. Enjoy.

That's Stinky Life - by E. Perez

Happy Poetry for the Masses:)

“Ode to Mr. Bloom” –by E. Perez 2003

I’m a Jack-of-all-trades, but master of just one. Acting is my passion. Poetry, that’s on the run. My public always writes me slews of poetic prose. Who actually will read it? Alas, just heaven knows. I have no time for mail. I have no time for me. ‘Cause of the life in which I live, no seconds ever free. I’m not all sack of hammers this is what I love to do. But, when it comes down to it, fans just haven’t got a clue. I’m not a total donut. I love these fans of mine. But, when it comes down to it, I just haven’t got the time. Without them I am nothing, but I can never write them all. Always moving. Always shaking. Never drop the ball. It’s enough that I inspire. That is, if the muse descends. Write of a man you’ve never met. Discuss amongst your friends. Love, I don’t mean to shock you. I’m having lots of fun. I’m after all a Jack-of-trades, but master of just one.

–by E. Perez 2005
I sit here and I watch you dance.
A moment stuck in time.
My parents in their picture spin,
as do thoughts in my mind.
I think of how my life’s turned out.
My life is filled with woe.
The female voice in my head’s right.
I’ve become my own foe.
Yet that is just the smallest thing I battle in my head.
Because I’ve played the hero role, my Godfather is dead.
But death is not that new to me.
My parents are dead too.
I know so little of them, yet my love for them is true.
You see, both of them died for me when I was still in diapers.
And that same gang of murderers now seeks me out like vipers.
Sometimes I wish I’d vanish,
Often, I ask just why.
I cannot hear my Mother’s voice.
I close my eyes.
I sigh.
I’m grateful for the summer.
This time will be to grieve.
It simply is a peace of mind that I seek to achieve.
My thoughts are my companions.
The guilt burns in my chest.
I cannot seem to sleep at night.
My nightmares never rest.
My mentor has been murdered.
His killer got away.
It seems like evil’s winning.
All my blue skies turning grey.
It’s in her I seek solace.
It’s in her I seek rest,
‘cause every time I look at her,
she beats within my chest.
It isn’t who you’re thinking.
Hermione’s just a friend.
My heart belongs to Ginny.
It’s on her that I depend.
She makes me want to dance.
It happens all the time.
Thoughts of her make my head spin,
As do worries in my mind.
I know I can’t be with her.
Those I love never last.
I must destroy my enemies,
and I must do it fast.
My thoughts are my companions.
The guilt burns in my chest.
I cannot seem to sleep at night.
My nightmares never rest.

Sad Poetry for the Masses:(

This poem goes out to a friend of mine who decided to stay with her abusive husband. It's called...

"A Man"-E. Perez 2005
Were you taught not to spit up into the air?
Did you know that it will fall right on your face?
Were you taught how to be truthful and to care?
Did no one ever put you in your place?
Were you taught how to be loyal and be true?
Did anyone teach you the "Golden Rule"?
Did you know that karma comes right back to you?
Did you ever learn just how to keep your cool?
Were you taught never to judge lest ye be judged?
Did no one tell you, "think before you speak'?
Is your faith like a mountain that can't be budged?
Do you know that kindness doesn't make you weak?
Were you taught to treat your spouse with great respect?
Did you know that children learn by what they see?
Have you learned for every cause there's an effect?
Did you step into my shoes while beating me?
Did no one ever take you by the hand?
Did no one teach you how to be a man?