maybe your people are chicano your homeland is calafia ladrones made it california and in doing so suborned you you are true to you and yours abuela, abuelo consuela, consuelo home and hearth are hallowed (continued below) [ AUDIO VERSION (adjust volume before clicking) MyPeopleArePoets ] [ Check your browser's format parameters to adjust legibility. e.g. CHROME CTL|+/- changes font size]
maybe your people are golfers
who share with you
a vision trueof the unerring flight
of that one white
ball that will fall
into that cup
from which you drink
and swear to sink
forever
maybe your people are catholic
people who traffic in
the via dolorosa
and know so
well the path to
one another lies
in a common faith
and a common place
of community
perhaps your people are agnostic
jousting with the knowledge of the gnostic
taking great comfort in the wisdom of insecurity
their surety the shared doubt
about those who say they know
but show no fruit
could be your kind
are apt to find fiction their addiction
sharing stories of the glories of heroes
who inhabit whatever genre inks their quills
my people are poets
people who ponder
the here and yonder
and squander their days
in search of that perfect word
never heard in superlative familial combination
with its brothers and sisters
my people are poets
empowered by passion
to fashion from nothing
but impression and obsession
with the word a fresh image
of artistic expression that
is instantly recognized
to be aesthetic truth
for sooth
my people are poets
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