Adolfo's Poetry Slam

1st place: Mariana

Poem for life

When arriving the spring
the sun changes its shades
and it is that the night is
night is that the afternoon is early
and it is that the breeze of the sea gives more
shine to the waves.

fall the leaves of the trees
and it seems that they died
but impossible is not death, it is life
because they return, other leaves to cover the same tree
it is life that is reflected
in the song of the birds, in the noise of the breeze
in the gleams of the sun,
but mainly in the soul
because it is the moment of loving.

To love to nature, to love to the sweet thing and the bitter thing
that in essence it is not another
saw that to love and to live
because to love is to live.


The freedom

It is something so special, only and unconditional
Nobody has imperium to attempt to kill it, it is that
death doesn't exist when of her one must speak
there is no difference of classes when
we must look for it

It is that the big ones, the boys
without cultural distinction
when it comes, danger
elbow to elbow, must fight
because it is that to live without her is as dying
each instant without stopping

All that there is here has been said
it is very little really and
it is that she is very big
and she calls herself "Freedom"


2nd place: Carlos

Still waiting on his poems


3rd place: Monica

A different world

A special world for you and me
A special bond one can not see
It wraps us up in it's cocoon
And holds us in it's womb.

Our fingers spread like we are one soul
taking us to another world
Bonds like this are meant to last

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
to bud us closer and keep us strong
in a special world where we belong


I still haven't recieved her second poem.

LUZ Poetry Slam

Here is a Poetry Slam that I presided over with an English Literature class at the University of Zulia (LUZ). These poems were produced by students earning their Licensure in Modern Languages and they are all at least trilingual.

1st place: Luisanna

Untitled

Yesterday at night
I was thinking of something to write
But nothing was coming to my head
Nothing good for me to explain

Somebody asked me: Who told you
to do this?
I said: A guy in the
University
He comes from the USA
I think Baltimore is his place

Write about a feeling
It is a good topic
But I was not in the mood
for something too corny

What about love, my sister said
I'm not in love, what a shame!
Could be about nature
that's really inspiring
Could be about you
Can you imagine?

Don't want to be corny, Don't want to be deep
I'll just write about something
I don't know what it is.


Untitled

Look where we are
We are quite the same
Remember what we've been through
And we, still in good shape

We shared so many things
Nowadays you don't remember me
We were together for a long time
And not one of you still by my side

We were friends
or maybe not
We were not friends
but neither foes

We are still with our lives
Wondering why
the space and time
have put us apart

No matter what we are
No matter where we are
It's over, our friendship
has come and passed.


2nd place: Laura

Untitled

It's a disaster to register here
I mean,
it's fair for us to wake up at 3?
to do a stupid line?
And if it is,
Why you the idiot at the door
Let that guy pass
I've been here for a long time
And I've seen how things get really bad
Whew that guy
That arrived at 9
Passes and blows away my chance
I just want a simple chance
To get in there
and get my subjects done at last.
I'm really mad about this
But what can a LUZ student do
But die here.
So, what I'm saying is
Improve once and for all this process
And let students Be.
Because whether you want it or not
One miraculous day
We will be finally out of here


Exposed

Oh. What a terrible mistake!
We left the comdom wrapper over there
Now, yes. Charity and Mrs. Chastity
want us to talk to them.
For how long has this been going on?
Mrs. Chastity, your mother said.
For three months now Mom
I must say.
What a terrible day that was.
When our parents saw us.
Becoming horrible creatures
and stop being their child.

3rd place: Arturo

Last minute deception

It's so comfortable I don't mind the dirt.
for the first time I want someone walking on my bed,
someone besides her.
someone who'd tell me the truth,
someone who would argue with me,
someone whose eyes don't sweat
It feels like she's unworthy of this,
but what the hell? I couldn't have chosen her
or the other way around,
but I certainly know
that if I could live this again
I wouldn't have picked someone like her, so patronizing
but I won't live this again
and before I go away for good
I'll tell her there's nobody to blame
knowing that my words she will omit
and that a crime she will commit
I regret it was with her,
but what the hell? I won't live this again


Lama Sabachthani

You! you revolutionary sword-using pacifist,
the controversial turning point made flesh,
you mockery-victim martyr.
You fencilitilamine-producing being
who understood the submissive, the masochist,
the sadist, and the narcissist,
even when you did not share their adrenaline erection
while they watched you lacerated and humble.

We! we mentally-challenged ignorants!
we did not hesitate while you loved us with your broken smile
the forgiving costume we tried to erase by reddening your visage

And then the arrival, the predictable morbid scene,
more like a one-pose photo session,
a boast-deserving view,

And then. there's the pain,
the need from your veins
And our wound-producing lack of understanding
that made even you, the stoic, squirm.

But it was the hesitation whisper
coming from your broken mouth
the one who caused the delayed satire,
the saming discovery of your nature,
your partial humanity.

Joan's poetry slam.

1st place: Carlos

Untitled (Farting)

If I were a noble gas
I could fly everywhere.
I will be in your face
I could se your face smelling
the sweet scent of my gases
dancing and traveling
In a big world of sensations
sensations that can make you angry
and maybe makes me happy
happy because I am sharing something
created from me. from the bottom of
my soul


Untitled

I see me in the mirror and
make myself the question
If I were a woman

I'm sure I will be ugly

but I don't care my mother
loves me, I guess

Maybe I will die without pleasure
and I said
I'm not worthy to be rejected

In the bottom of me, I'm still pretty

Anybody who knows me, knows that
It's my problem

And I don't care I will be
where ever I want

2nd place: Francisco

Untitled

I fell in love with a woman
and I thought that she was impossible for me
she got crazy, all my friends including myself
over the years she became my friend
a very difficult time to my heart
at the last year in high school
I decided to flirt with her
became her*
it wasn't easy
at the first moment she didn't believe me...
but with time
she gave me the opportunity
to prove all my love
and now
i think that I will do it


Untitled

I had a fight with my sister
I don't remember what about
and one thing led to another
And we fell out suddenly
the start of it was soft
the end of it was strong
She said she was right
I knew she was wrong

We Hated one another
the afternoon turned gray
then suddenly my sister
Thumped me on my back
And said "oh come on"
We can't do this all afternoon
I was wrong
So she was right


3rd place: Argenis

Still waiting for his poems.



Here is Ema's poetry slam. This was one of the best slams that I have ever presided over here at CEVAZ. Competition was fierce, but these three students emerged on top.


1st place: Ernesto

Needle-chairs

I am alone
sitting in a needle-chair.
seeing all the world.
and I am blind.

there was a woman.
walking without clothes
she didn't have legs.
she didn't have a road

Sleeping in a corner
It was a boy, who had been kidnapped
He is only a body
He didn't have dreams any more.

A man yelled out with desperation
He didn't have feelings
He told his Heart in his hand
He is a man without love.

I am alone
sitting in a needle-chair
seeing all the world
and I am blind.

I have legs.
I have dreams.
I have feelings
and I continue to complain

Now I see everything
I just have to take my legs
walk to the road of my dreams
following my feelings.

I am just a man.
living in a rich world
we don't have legs.
we don't have dreams.
we don't have feelings.
but we have our souls full of hope.


Red Oceans

Living in a nameless place
Watching all the brutal life
eating your sould
everyday, everyweek, everysecond.

Feeling the cold
Feeling the loneliness
I walk across it
over roads full of bodies from the past
I have Red Oceans in my eyes.

I can't wait to be outside
In the fantasy life
watching plastic-souls
Listening, the friction
of the green paper with the plastic
in their pockets

Now I am mute.
I am blind.
I have to focus
Now I work for the big man.

Outside there is no light
I have to be back
I have to hurry up
Everybody is waiting for me

I see the devil.
doing his thing.
there was a woman.
and a child too.

I can't do anything
they are waiting for me.

Now, finally, I am safe
but worried
I have a future
and they too
And I still can't
do anything


2nd place: Jennifer

Sleeping Alone!

I used to sleep with my
sister, but she got married 2 years
ago, I'm getting used to sleeping
alone. I think sleeping alone is
like when someone that you love
very much suddenly dies. You feel
empty in your heart, you're
sleeping alone. When you go to
a party and nobody asks you
let's dance or you don't like
the music that you're hearing
You are sleeping alone.
I've learned that when you
sleep alone you are in a crowded
place, but nobody wants to
talk to you, you are a ghost,
you don't exist for them.
When you break up with your
boyfriend and you feel that
the bedroom is bigger than the
house. the bed is a lake
where you swim and swim and
you never find nothing.
My sister's lost in this lake
and I am always looking; I'll
never give up.


To Cry!

It's raining and the sky is sad his face looks very worried
The stars want to help him but they are cleaning the mess that the moon left
I like to feel when the rain is touching me; because my clothes are dirty and the rain is washing them. I think when you appreciate the rain you will learn about your tears because they are cleaning your soul


3rd place: Nexibet

Kisses (After 'Besos' by Ariel Rot)

Dangerous, twisted and sharp kisses;
Generous, pure and wild kisses;
Elegant kisses, perfumed kisses,
Kisses for a pillow when there isn't anybody by my side.

Vertiginous kisses, not too much
Extremely poisonous, sweat and bitter kisses, not too long.
Arrogant kisses, uncontrolled kisses,
Kisses for compliment, steamy kisses,
Cheap kisses, the kisses' cost of the market;
Kisses that cost not matter how much.

Kisses that are a gift,
Kisses badly understood,
Kisses badly interpreted,
Kisses in the burned rooms on subdued bodies.
Kisses of rough emotions,
Postponed and suppressed kisses,
Sincere kisses, Judas' kisses

Determined kisses condemned for the science,
Kisses that disturb the conscience,
Kisses with insomnia, gaunt kisses
Kisses that we gave ourselves
Between glories and sinned;
Kisses of lie, Kisses ignored
Along with all these kisses that
We still have not proved


House As Good Place

It's the only place
Where you can only use my rules
I can do whatever I want,
I never ask for what can I do there.
I have in there everything I want,
I enjoy everything I got,
I always want to be there.

It's my safer place; it's my pleasure place,
It's my study place; it's my amusement place
If you want to enter
You need to show me, if you
can follow all my rules.

A remarkable round of poems

Here are the top three from Lia's class.

1st place: Anakarina

Untitled

1. A lot of cold in this place,
I feel like ice.
A lot of people around me,
thinking about what to write.
A lot of new faces,
that I see before
A lot of ideas are crossing my mind
and I can't stop

2. Everybody has a history,
has a life, has something to share
or maybe not.
I can see each person, and I could
imagine what they are thinking
I can see each person, looking for a
hope, looking for some history,
looking for a life or looking for
something to share.
I can see each person, looking for myself
I can see each person and "I thank God"
because I have a life and someone to
share it.


Untitled

Maybe I was wrong
and you were right,
maybe you had the true
and I had the lie
maybe you were "in"
and I was "out"

You can't believe how hard it was,
how far I walked,
how long it taked,
You can't believe how near we were,
and how blind I was

And now we are again,
I see you and say
"this is how I am,
with my sunny and my days,
with my love and my hale
with my body, my mind and my
heart"
You say "I need more"
And I say "That's all I have"

It's the second time,
that you see me like ice,
but it's the first time
that I say "Good Bye"

I don't know where I'm going,
but I'm going far from here,
so I'll just take what's mine
and I hope you feel alone

Now, I, walking out the door,
and you say "please don't go"
But it's too late
and you don't wanna see the
other side of me


Untitled

I did not know that you were here, I thought that you were gone, you are the only friend that I have, the only one who accepts me such as I am, the only one that does not see my defects, the only one that knows my secrets, the only one that has seen me cry inwards, the one that shares with me my joys and my sadness

You are so faithful and comprehensive that today after much time, today, you are listening to me and you offer me your shoulder to flow on you all the feelings that oppress my soul...

I wish with vehemence that my triumphs are enjoyed by the people who are around me, that my efforts are symbols of fight and certainty, that my life has no reproaches or limitations

I want to be a bird that surrounds the space freely and when returning to the Earth, I could find a cage warm that wants to share with me the experiences of the day and the night

My friend mirro when I see you, I realize that you are have been alone like me, you are bordered of abandonment, your face is covered with dust, your back has spider web, and your feet are waiting to leave, to walk to other courses, where the union of the family reigns, where the happiness surrounds your space and where you can share your things with someone who needs you

Oh my friend mirror, thanks for being with me...


2nd place: Edward

The reason of my life

When you were born everybody wanted to be with you, caring for you, loving you, hugging you. But you did not know who they were, what they were doing. Those were the meaning that you were looking to find an answer. You lived like a parrot; you tried to repeat all that people said and did. When you grew, you still were the poppet of your parents. Your thoughts were not yours, they were theirs. Your life was under control; your actions were under control. Did anybody help you to find an answer? Yes, there was someone in this world that could help you. But, how could you unfold that person? Nodody knows the answer. The answer is inside of you. The answer is the reason of your life. The answer is the action that you keep doing all the time. The answer is not your head; you can not find it there. The answer is in your heart; you live by your heart; you love by your heart; your have your feelings in your heart. Your head is empty; you can control your head, you put it all the things you want for your life. But I can not put it all my love, all my memories. Because they belong to you; as much as to you as to me. Since the moment that I met you. Since the moment that I have been loving you. Since the moment that I have decided to be with you the rest of my life. You are the mirror of my life. You are my own life.


The eternal darkness

In the middle of a small valley, surrounded by darkness and mysteries. Where there were blackened trees and mountains. I am dreaming beside a dark corner, or not. My life was stolen, my wishes were not completed. I felt the presense of evil behind my back. I did know know what I was doing. I could not see my own hands. My mind was blank and I could not get my memories from it. Then a raven arrived at my window, I just saw its silhouette. My life became a shadow. What could I do to leave my past? What did I do? There is someone manipulating my life. Who is my guide? Why did all the things I loved disappear? Why could I not remember my thoughts, I was not not vlind and dumb but now I am. I lost all my senses, the sense of my life was dead and the evil appeared in the world after my death. The Vatican did not want to answer my prayers. My soul is had by another one. My spirit is crying for life. Who took the traces of my life? The presense of a Dark Angel is near. The fear was propagated. Everybody feels in his own meat my vengeance. Anybody cannot stop me. Anybody cannot control me. Everybody has to die by me. The black swan spread dread in all the Earth. You will see deaths anywhere in anytime. My mission was completed. My time has come and gone with my spirit. The deaths were by one black mind, the same mind with which you destroyed me, feeding jealousy and envy.


3rd place: Mariana

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to

When our spirits need a lift

A friend is someone we treasure

For our friendship is a gift

A friend is someone who fills our lives

With the beauty, joy and grace

And makes the whole world we live in

A better and happier place

Angels

I believe in angels

The kind that heaven sends

I am surrounded by angels

But I call them friends

Standing by

All the way

Here to help you through your day

Holding you up

When you are weak

Helping you find what it is you seek

I believe in angels

The kind that heaven sends

And no one can tell me

That is just fake

The First Slam on the site!

These are the poems of the top three winners of the Poetry Slam in Augusto's Level 15 conversation class.

1st place: Ixara

Untitled

For me, the place could be empty
even though I hear a lot of noise
I can't touch anything
Everybody around's got something to do
Seems to me, now
I don't have a lot to do
Strength is gone to somewhere
I'm into it in this very moment
guess I should go soon
A problem is in my way back
Would somebody miss me?
I'm not quite sure
listen to my name in the distance
is somebody really calling me?
or is it in my crazy imagination?


My future

Indecision, It is all over me, here and there
Where will I be in ten years?
Any human knows
Only God knows it
the moon could've told me, you know?
but she didn't want to
The only reason I found is that
she is jealous about my future
One night, at midnight
Someone, without any despair
put a gun against my head
pulled the trigger and ran away
That was the end of my future
I guess the moon wasn't that jealous
Freedom is mine at last


2nd place: Paola

Paola did not write her poems. They came from the web site http://www.shahriari.com/poems/2hum/h2.htm. They are called "Legs" and "Hairy Back."


3rd place: Thairis Vera

Nightmare

Has no one told you I'm not breathing?
Hello! I'm living a nightmare!
If I smile and don't believe this
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream...

I try to find myself but you find me everywhere I go.
I'm not your victim, I'm tired of being here.
Don't you see I'm about to die?
But you don't care about it...
You only use me and then leave me.

I'm so broken inside, everything is so cold...
Rain clouds are always over me.

This is a nightmare, and I just can't wake up.
But suddenly I know I'm not sleeping...
And all I know is that you are my nightmare!
You are my Life!


Thairis' second poem was taken off of the internet, so I will not publish it here, but it is called 'Soles' and is by Jessica Maren Spenny.