Efrain's Poetry Slam

1st place: Andrea A.
Andrea was very daring in her selection of poetic themes.

Good and evil

Good is relative
evil is too
for the good people crime is horrible
For evil people crime is good, even fun
even though we have a little bit of both within ourselves
we don't want to accept it
because we are ashamed of our true selves
everything is balanced
yin and yang
Good and evil
people's opinions
people's thoughts
good and evil depends on us


Fire, water, earth, air

The four elements of nature
guiding our destiny
Fire is light
even if it destroys things
It shows the way In our darkness day
Water, the healer
with It's power balances the fire
Feeds the body
Earth, the base of everything
It shows us the path to our destiny
Air, life inside us
leading our way and giving us life.


2nd place: Andrea R.
Andrea's second poem is about a real experience that she had. It has some really unique poetic lines.

the first try

like a poem i once read
i found myself between two roads
but now i have a different theme
my theme is about love

i decided to choose a way
thought i had chosen the best
but soon i looked back
and believed i'd made a mistake
because i chose with my head
and not the feelings in my heart!

i felt trapped
with my strings attached
and i stared
at what was named love...
was like a plastic flower
beautiful, eternal
and so fake!

i looked back again
and took a second chance
to go and follow my heart
or at least that i thought
and when everybody was telling me to go right
i decided to go left
it was such a long travel
and i travelled it alone
and what seemed so far away
soon it was next
but not feeling like the best
because i started to miss the right...
and i thought
what's wrong?
i got what i've desired all this time
but suddenly the light
from the candle went out...

maybe it was that i couldn't have it
what made me feel like i really want it
or maybe that i was too tired
i swam against the current
i gave everything to win
and i did...but enjoy it...
i just couldn't!


deep inside

White face, the panic i felt...
nothing seems to be like it was then
and i wonder if i make sense
a life gone in a second!

i looked at him
nothing else i could think
than the sadness that would be...
and her sadness, what she'd feel?
thought my arms were moving
in my head i fell asleep
screaming without scream
i couldn't be wishing more
what i had never asked before
just for someone to be there
but the whole world was just
too far away!

soon he was gone, going under
with my life, and i
felt the waves pushing me
like water mountains
crashing all over me
the sand was close
the salt steeped my windows to the world
trying desperately to go out
blows out my thoughts
like a horrible dream
but i knew it was true...

i kept thinking...
and i kept swimming...
i lift my head
my eyelids opened
saw this lovely silhouette
i felt the most beautiful sensation
my body was ever filled with...hope!
like i had seen an angel face
in the sand my foot trod loudly
and my body i could raise
but even then
i wasn't aware...
my hand shaking in the air
pointed there
and from my mouth, to them
just one thing came out
hurry, he might be dead
and that was it

White face, the panic i felt...
everything seems different from then
and i know it makes sense
that his life didn't end!


3rd place: Carla
Carla liberally uses potent metaphors in her first poem. Also of note is her description of love.

My Sisters

My sisters, ohh...I love them.
They are my essential
thing to be alive.
They are wonderful like the sunset,
and the shine of the sun..
each day is only.

My sisters are part of my life
life to life...
like the doctor gives to someone sick
But not all is perfect...

We are like the rainbows in the sky,
each color is different, but together,
looks amazing.
We are like the plants and ground,
one supports the other.
Free like butterflies, but scared
like babies.

It's just...love
Love like air,
it really exists,
but you can't touch it or hold it in your hand
or the ocean you don't
know where the end is
or how deep it is

I know it's real
but I don't know
how to describe it.


I'm dying

I pray for your kisses
For your ungrateful smile,
for your beauty caress
you are my happiness

I pray that you never fail me
that you never go far
and that you never forget
that I am who loves you.

I am who is waiting for you,
I am who cries for you,
I am who thinks on you minutes and hours.

I want to kiss you
and sleep in your lips.
I want to say to you
that is wrong, is really wrong


Lia's Poetry Slam

1st place: Rafael
Rafael provides us with a pair of linked poems.

The worst day of the week

It's monday morning
I'm in my bed
I feel so comfortable
So protected, suddenly
I hear a noise far away
but in my mind I know
that noise is not so far
It's near my ded and it's the alarm
To remind me that it is time to wake

I was so happy and now so sad
and I don't know why
I want to stay in my bed but
I know I can't
I start to pray and ask God
please let this be a good day.


The best day of the week

It's four o'clock. It's Friday
I left my job just minutes ago
I'm in my car in a big traffic jam
but I don't care because I know
Thank God it's Friday now

All the worries, All the concerns are gone
It's like I left them at work
I know I will take them back
Next monday but right now that is not a problem

One more thing I have to do
To start enjoying this day and the next two
one quick stop at CEVAZ is needed
and after that I'm free at last.

2nd place: Jackeline
Jackeline's second poem seems as if it was written to me personally, to guide me during my time here in Venezuela.

Brother!

When I felt lonely you were always there,
a person with whom everything I could share.
My inspiration, my idol, my pride,
the first one to cheer me up when I am low.
In a stranded lan, stormy and cold,
it's you whose wing I could always hold.
You are the one who was always by my side,
the person in whom everything I could confide.
I miss you for each small thing.
Parting from you was what I dreaded the most,
away from you I felt as if you are lost.
I'll cherish the moments of growing up with you,
now words can describe how much I LOVE YOU.


It's finally our time to say goodbye!

I'm sad, but happy more than anything for you.
Happy that your new life is starting.
Happy that your will guides you
anywhere your heart desires.
And hopefully, your heart will guide you back to me, eventually.
I hope your time away gives you everything you need
wanted, and hoped for.
Just know this, anything you want is possible,
if you know and believe it, you can achieve it.
Now, as for you and me,
our unconditional love for one another will progress
and continue to grow on this long promising journey.

3rd place: Maria Alejandra

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You can't imagine how much I enjoy
the moment when I look in your eyes.
I don't know it's a dream
but I know that you are always in a special place
so I can touch you
I can even kiss you
and I can love you forever


Maria Alejandra's second poem borrowed heavily from the work of Robert Fulghum.

Dennys' Poetry Slam 1

1st Place: Jennifer
Look at the first verse of her second poem. It is actual poetry.

Life's Essence

The essense begins from the
emptiness of our souls to
a perfect place to be, where
passions and wishes are fighting
against the weather that covers us
day after day.

The essense is inside of an ocean of
unreal peace, the essense comes
from the absolute plainness where
wealth is only an improvised dream.

An unwritten open book which can't
be read, it must be written by whom
tells martyrs the truth belongs to
itself, making an authentic tale
without restrictions or sins.

Desires of living and having a
horizon where light and darkness
hold hands and walk together
on a one way road, where the
reflecdtion of love and passion
become a fruit, the same that
calms our needs of knowing that we
are needed.


Dark Potion

Active verb of my long hours, divine
sun of my darkness days, kiss me in
the mouth with your charm breath

Night dreams shouldn't come up,
only day dreams are invited, they
belong to my soul...they belong to
my
heart...they belong to my life

Make me strong in my weakness,
keep me high, I don't want to fall
down in a dark hollow, I need to
survive otherwise a harshness life
would bite my dreams

You must be as black as coal;
as hot as the sun; as pure as an
angel and as soft as love.


2nd Place: Luis
Luis' second poem is quite moving. It contains some good images and has a strong conclusion.

My Slam Poetry

"Are we who we say we are?"
With the wet tissue the make-up coae off first
The elementary mistakes appeared in bad moments
The immediate conclusions followed straight after
Always the words "Please God"

Who do you want to be everyday?
When do you look at yourself?
Do you see the person I say I was?
Or do you see the person you think I was?

I prefer to build my face
Build my body, build my soul here and now
My God heard my heart
My heart pounds and the rhythm I hear

This is simple, a life
It's a kind of way
Maybe a color, maybe a tree
probably you, maybe me


Air

People born one day
Other people killed these days
The cities are dangerous, are dirty
You could be one of them

I don't want to perturb my mind
But the air is in a bad mood
I feel like flying today
I was born for this, I'm living

For a few moments you were important
For your family you're living
You're knowing, you have been thinking
And now, where are you Dad?

I just want your hand on my shoulders
I close my eyes, you dissapear
It's true, you have gone
But I got you on my soul.


3rd Place: Jesus
This is a wonderful poem about being single.

Solitude

I've always been asking
Who are you?
What's your name?

It's Christmas Eve -Good night-
I've put on the table
some cookies and milk
Maybe you will come Sta. Claus.
And you? You will not come here.

Anxiously I ask: My woman, my lover, my life,
my sweetheart, Where are you?

The days have been passing
Where are you?
My question is always the same.

It's New Year's Eve It's twelve o'clock
I raise my solitary glass, celebrating
in a no-people-party
I hug the emptiness.
Why? because I'm alone.

Woman, my rib, my partner, my girlfriend,
Where are you?


Still waiting on his second poem.


Dennys' Poetry Slam 2

1st place: Luis

Still waiting on his poems.


2nd place: Sula

Still waiting on her poems.


3rd place: Patricia

Still waiting on her poems.


Jan's Poetry Slam

1st place: Marina
Marina's poems required basically no editing on my part. Her grammar is perfect and her word choice is brilliant. I think she used some sort of online slang dictionary. This really is her work, and it is funny, poignant, and impressive.

My Rainbow Mc Dreamy

When you find someone who you think will be yours,
It's hard to see all the signs ready to prove you wrong.
That happened to me what seems like centuries ago,
I met a guy who made me feel warm and not alone.

But the signs were there, very loud and clear,
I'll teel you about them now, so sit back and hear.

He was a HUGE N'sync and Savage Garden fan
But I didn't pay attention to that.
He used to dress pretty fly
His clothers were usually better than mine.
When he asked me to be his fiance
I don't know why I didn't run away.

The worst thing is, and I'm sure you've already guessed
My Mc Dreamy guy... He was actually gay.
But I realized that fact
Three years after that.


The day that I should have stayed in bed

That lousy day, I wanted to stay in bed
But I didn't, responsibility won the face
And so I gathered my things and left.
On my way, I found this huge traffic jam
Silly me, I thought it wouldn't last.

I started to think about what the holdup could mean
An accident, a crash, an idiot with no gas?
Time slipping away, my patience wearing thin
I discovered the reason for the whole nasty thing

There they were, some huge speed bumps
The kind that can make your transmission fall off
My knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel,
Wishing I wash choking whoever thought of this
But I rushed on, and got to CEVAZ,
Just to get stuck with a Poetry Slam Class!


2nd place: Pedro
In these poems, Pedro paints for us images of himself and of the world around him. His skill is in description.

Childhood and Teenage

When you are a kid all is happiness
Play with cars, toys, with your neighbors
And other things.

All is good, like being in heaven, the sunny days
Are the best, playing baseball with your friends,
Is an innocent age where you are dreamer boy.

School is the best with your friends,
The weekends in the club are exciting it doesn't
Matter anything for you becasue you are playing
And you don't want it to end.

With the years, things change
Now you are a teenager you see the world
In a different way.

The toys don't exist for you now. You think
That you are a big boy, all changes.

Now you think on having fun with girls, go to parties
Drink some beers and have a nice time with your friends
Talking about the most beautiful girl who is in the party
You are.

You grow up now you are a teenager
Enjoy this age all you can.


Under a bridge

Day a day poor people live
In the street, they haven't a place to
Sleep, so they sleep under a bridge
Where they don't know if they are going
To survive.

Every day they are hungriest
Food is like a miracle, they look
In the junk for it, and bad luck if
They don't find anything.

That's how these people live, wondering
What they are going to eat if they
Don't have any money.


3rd place: Daniela
In my view, the way to judge the potential of a beginning to poet is to search her works for unique and beautiful poetic lines. Daniela's poems abound with this sort of promise.

Herself.

Between all these hearts she feels alone
Her beating slows
She hasn't given her life to dream
She is afraid, and she is lost
She doesn't trust, she doesn't care
But she feels good...Knowing that happiness is fleeting
And sadness endless
She decided not to take the risk
Only feeling that she doesn't feel.

Having wings she never flies
Having tears she never cries
She cannot escape from herself
Always screaming but never enough to be heard
Something is taking her breath away
But she always asks the same
Do the bad moments make the good moments better?
Or, do the good moments make the bad ones more painful?
With no answer, she takes a step back...

She is fighting so hard unlike any other can
Giving up once again
She'll win whenshe realized who her opponent is
Herself...
How did she stop believing?
How did she stop living?
I just need her to be happy to come back
Come back to a wonderful world where I play
Where I really live...To cross the line between the present and the past
And let the future be what I want...
It is not normal to look at her eyes, the same eyes I look at in the mirror
In this time they don't reflect a soul...they don't reflect my true love...
Once again, I need her to be happy...I don't want me to become a ghost

And I'm the only one whoe can take her away from there...
Because I'm herself when she was a little girl
I'm herself as a child


Shiny night

I lay on the ground and look up at the purple sky
Such a beautiful shiny night
I hear all the birds singing my melody, dancing my rhythm
Music of love that plays for us
When I take your hand I climb
And there's nothing beneath my feet anymore
It's like flying but knowing that you will never fall
When I stopped believing you created this truth
Truth that made me stronger
Truth that made me what I am today
And if I am dreaming, please, don't shake me
And if this is real, please, never let me sleep

But, just in case
If this were a lie, please let me live that blind
Only seeing though the beat of my heart
Just keep pretening, you do it so right
Just keep lying to me
Because that really makes me believe in something more than a painful truth
Truth that became a lie when I see your eyes
Truth that kills me when you're not around
But then a little voice in me makes this bad feeling disappear
A little and sweet voice, that I think is yours.
Promise that it won't end...

Tears are running down my face now
But take it easy honey
These are not tears of sadness
And if they touch the ground, I know
One by one they will feed a seed
A seed that with the sun's love,
Soon will become a red rose

And I look up at the purple sky
Even that snooting star envies my life
Such a beautiful shiny night...