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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Poema

Poema de Roque Dalton.

Los que ampliaron el Canal de Panamá
(y fueron clasificados como “silver roll” y no como
“gold roll”)
Los que repararon las flota del Pacífico
en las bases de California,
los que se pudrieron en las cárceles de Guatemala,
México, Hondura y Nicaragua,
por ladrones, por contrabandistas, por estafadores,
los siempre sospechosos de todo
(“me permito remitir al interfecto
por esquinero sospechoso
y con el agravante de ser salvadoreño”)
las que llenaron los bares y burdeles
de todos los puertos y las capitales de la zona
(“La gruta azul”, “El Calzoncito”, “Happyland”)
los sembradores de maíz en plena selva extranjera,
los reyes de la página roja,
los que nunca nadie sabe de dónde son,
los mejores artesanos del mundo,
los que fueron cosidos a balazos al cruzar la frontera,
los que murieron de paludismo
o de las picadas del escorpión o la barba amarilla
en el infierno de las bananeras,
los que lloraron borrachos por el himno nacional
bajo el ciclón del Pacífico o la nieve del norte,
los arrimados, los mendigos, los marihuaneros,
los guanacos hijos dela gran puta,
los que apenitas pudieron regresar,
los que tuvieron un poquito más de suerte,
los eternos indocumentados,
los hacelotodo, los vendelotodo, los comelotodo,
los primeros en sacar el cuchillo,
los más tristes del mundo,
mis compatriotas,
mis hermanos.


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Hot and Cold

This is my first poem.  It's inspired from my experiences of the two cultures I live in today.  A combination of things I find on the Caribbean and the others I encounter here in Indianapolis. I hope you enjoy it.

HOT AND COLD
By Nydia Taylor Auchter


Hot and Cold
Cold and hot
There, here
Where?

All have to do
With you and me
But not only that
It’s LOVE.

The Caribbean hot sand
Coconuts, mango, pear
And breadfruits.

The cold winter
Apple, grapes
And lots of clothes
We are in between.
We love both
We love each other
It’s not cold
It’s not hot
It’s LOVE that’s all.


2001

Saturday, December 3, 2011

To my dear teacher Alva Hooker

Miss Alva Hooker, a dear loved teacher who dedicated her life to education of  young people.  She recieved a lot of recognition for her dedication to education in Bluefields and Corn Island. I personally know several succesful professionals today because of the impact Miss Alva made in their lives.  I dedicate this Creole/English poem to her.  She always taught us to speak standard English and could not stand to hear us creolize Standard English.

SIT UP TRAIGHT AND LEARN

Sit up strate
When yu studiing, yu have to look like a student
No acking like a goat
Here yu come to larn
and not to spin yarn.

Miss Alva Hooker
my dear teacher
I owe her a lot to be where I'm at
she show me the lite
she made me feel great
and most of all she made me sit straight
and made me feel like I was the one
to make things come strong.

Children might think they canot do
they might even think they can't make dreams come true
but if there is a Alva Hooker to say:
you can do everything you think you may
chances are that you can do this alone
you might only need a little push
or you need a little rush
you might need a person like her
to be able to trust.

Make up your mind
if you want to be that great person in life
you need to sit up straight
you need to think strate
even when you feel like it is impossible
I can tell you
YOU CAN DO IT
what eva yu want
just make it yu bussiness to do things yu like
and you can be that person Miss Alva would like to see
at the end of the day.